So Many Tv Channels Poem by Phil Soar

All these channels streaming shite
All the day and all the night
People sit so zombie like
Watching all the TV shite

Action, Drama, reality shows
Why they watch them, no-one knows
Stuffing their faces or comatose
Like a drugged up pimp, they overdose

Nowhere to go, nothing to do
Just sat there, as their insides stew
And when they go to bed, they dream
Of nothing more than life's extremes

So turn it off, and get a life
Enjoy yourself without the strife
And when you enjoy what you've got
Make sure you laugh at life a lot