Old Proverbs

Redid my house and boarded up the windows.
The flat, brand new TVs will do the trick.
As to the walls, although I'm trapped within those,
repainted in the latest style and chic.

The grass outside gets cut, his name is Jorge.
Deliveries for toiletries and stuff.
My food, as if by magic, to the doorway.
That pizza, I can never get enough.

Grown tired of the constant admonition.
The wisdom of the ages leaves me dry.
I swore, indeed I've made it my life's mission,
to argue, to resist and to defy.

So yes, I sit and brood here, all alone.
Glass windows boarded up, I throw a stone.