get with the program!

Advertisements plastered on your front door (again).  An
animal—possibly a cat or a female child—howls from outside; your
bonus for residing in a drab and dilapidated district.

Conifer trees lined up in rows like luckless soldiers wait for collection.  Which
gene programmed you for this existence?  In the
inglenook a solitary Christmas card is taped to the wall…a
shot of humanity from an old high school friend.
Spaghetti for dinner (again).