I sit in front of the idiot box
Not intending to do anything
But try to laugh
And find life through coloured streaks
Across a dusty screen.
I could have sworn it was interesting,
The Flintstones and Tales of the Gun and Scooby Doo,
But the longer I sat there, divulged in the meaningless dialogue,
I felt my mind slip away.
Forlorn, I thought of what I was hoping to forget about,
And while watching I forgot what it was like to cry.
Ineffectual, I sat back.
With the push of a button my emotions came back.
I had always wondered what was so alluring about watching the television
Hour after hour,
And I knew.
I turned it on again
And felt my mind slip away... |
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