I’m one of those sad eyes on television.
I, one, dosed-Hyde, held for ransom.
Give; and they take.
Gave; and they took.
Brunette eyeball, more bowling ball,
sparkling blue eyes, more recessive gene key.
Articulate in grammar book,
marred with phenomenal essay,
audio, eyes off the hook, listening to the good book.
A biased look, all gobbledygook.
Here, hear are critics;
you have eyes, still, the audio has it.