Sitting silently, staring straight
ahead at all the aimless
visions floating in front of him.
Explosions and building.
Fighting and love.
The young and the elderly.
The new and the old.
The sixties and the nineties,
history and the future.
Excitement and Agony.
Exhilaration and Anguish.
Bats and balls and bases and bodies,
Beer and breasts and baskets and blood.
Rest... time to sell... resume!
All in a little box;
Ain't that quaint?