The announcer jars me from my sleep
It's 1 a.m. and the TV's still on
Adjusting to reality, I slowly peep
At the infomercial.
"Incredible," says the assistant, wide-eyed.
With questions suggesting
No script has previously described
The product's considerable attributes.
"Incredible," I think
As I interrupt the barrage
And the screen returns the black ink
Of the night.
But wait there's more,
don't I want to see
All that could be in store
for one as susceptible as me?
Having adjusted my eyes
I have my answer
I'll venture on sans guide
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