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Days after days, Months after months, Years after years, They sit in front of monitors, Watching endless foot and base ball matches, Immersed with underwear clad, Wrestlers, Boxers and athletes, The golfers are out clutching their clubs, Have they ever thought once? What their spouse would do in silence, In their absentee presence in their own homes, Flying their own illusionary kites in the minds, When the spouses of the games addicted human arise, Many hearts of homes are flattened to the ground, It is sickening to see them engrossed with the thoughts, Holding their hands close to their chests, Occasional scratching of heads and other organs can be seen, They look like the evils, possessed by the evil spirits, Easily get agitated even with the slightest outside noise, Hard of hearing to the cries of their spouses, Once the game is over, they look for the life, The life poorly watered and cared at needed strife, Might have gone dwarfed, leaves of kindness wilted, Flowers are stunted; no fruits of love are in the offer.