I view television as a window into the world which I have come to hate
I view the silence when it's off as something to appreciate
Despite advances in multiple fields of entertainment this beast persists
The brain-rotting glow cube substituting denominator for greatness
Somehow I don't hate this beast
But I'd like to see somebody slay it
With the right line come out and SAY IT
Watch it disappear as quickly as it came
That'll take about fifty years then.
How can you love a distraction that is fractured with distraction?
How can you tolerate a program broken apart by ad fragments?
Why is your brain such a dull and listless tool?
Did you willingly tune it to a channel less cruel?
A window lets light in, and lets home truths out.
This one lets light out, and when off, reflects light back.
It seems to be a joyful giver
But for all the beams it radiates
The thing it takes from us is much more valuable
I would say dear
But if you've lost it you don't realise it
Then it's long gone.
Television the joyful giver.
Television the soul and sole deciever.
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