Desperate housewives will have to become desperate now that the writer's strike of o-seven will halt their own soap opera's television viewing during the day...
Only the viewers will have to pay.
This little episode of striking brings back to memory's mind...
Baseball's fan cheating, made us fans unloyally and unfaithlessly blind.
Late night tv talk shows will be in rerun hell..
Re-ality tv will be all tv viewer's words of cussings to tell.
Thank god there is cable and satelite feeds...
Which infiltrate the viewer's own viewable homegrassed life like as weeds.
Choices...
Unheard striking voices.
Maybe poemhunter authors need to do the writing for tv...
Maybe, or just maybe?
That-being a better alternative, than joining the army or navy...
A couch potato's life is a life of easy no-nonsense gravy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem