Jack Bauer and me (a poem)

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When the political world is in misery,

(In this season that's all I can see),

I pull out an escapist DVD,

And now it's Jack Bauer and me.

 

Each heart stopping moment takes me

To a place of  impossible dreams

Where Jack  thwarts international treachery With the incredible CTU teams.

With dash and flash he fills the screen, His  resilience is astounding.

Though grievously wounded  he's shortly seen From death itself ebounding.

 

Don't tell me about the new Season Six

Or even the done Season Five.

I order them one at a time from Netflix

Instead of watching them live.

I don't miss a beat should the telephone ring.

I hit the pause button when needed.

 

Then back to Jack where each nerve goes ka—ching And my fantasy flight has succeeded.

So, when you're in a black despair and your angst is running free, Do throw away each earthly care and join Jack Bauer and me.

Mimi Evans Winship

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