Finally

Finally - I think I know what it means - watching 

Two and a Half Men re-runs reminds me why it 

only gelled with the lil’ fellow on screen & being 

naive; I suppose that’s got something to do with 

scriptwriting over the acting - yet if he departed,
so did I - & it was probably why a Charlie Sheen 

advocacy never appealed to me, legend no less 

mirrored thru’ an egomaniacal insalubriousness 

But in their defence you got what you came for, 

with guarantees of joke crudités & their fatuous, 

faultlessly re-enacted cameos - if not in camera 

then alluded to with habitués rakish indolence - 

only devotees could handle regular doses of its 

malefic, dissolutely drek behaviour unstressed 

Yet I digress again - I think it means I’ve learned 

where to sit such that an arm’s reach includes a 

cabernet sauvignon and glass with calm tranquil 

scene of unequivocal impartiality; one can relax 

without a sheen of Charlie’s blustering reflected 

from a TV set by simply departing the lounge 

© 14 October 2015, I. D. Carswell