The box

Have you ever watched TV?
Do you like it
Or repulsed by what you see

Hundreds of channels
Display a variety of trauma
Filling your grey matter
With decaying drama

Binging on the vile, petty and insane
24/7
Of human shame

Gotta be extreme
And go to the max
The news of civilized sewage to help you relax

It’s enough to make anyone a recluse
Feasting on society’s refuse
Brought to you in widescreen 4K
Programming you with the flavor of the day

Fascinating that we pay for this atrocity
And claim it to be harmless mediocrity
Just background noise to curtail the peace
Its simply the mind they fleece


Gotta love the negativity they put out
The digital sickness is the clout
It’s enough to make the jelly between your ears pout
And say enough is too much
Is this world really out of touch?

It’s little wonder
Why so many are insane
Anxiety ridden
And lite in the brain

When all you see, hear and consume
Is daily drama and doom
Without a break it’s hard to make that smile you fake

Happiness is simply a commodity
A temporary expensive little oddity
Prescribed in a tiny measure
Intense in reaction and small in pleasure

Perhaps a cutting of the cord
Will help to empty your gourd
And provide a peace you can afford

A silent conversation with the Lord
To let him know that even though your rotten
He is not forgotten

Eric (and sometimes not)