Amy Gibbs

(5/12/98)

Television


That shiny, monstrous thing,
That makes it look like its king,
Its taking over us each day,
So get rid of your television today,
I cant believe you kids,
Are putting all your bids,
On the televisions, why?
Why dont we just say bye...
Get rid of them now!
I bet you cant see how,
Because there hypnotising you,
And there telling you what to do,
Those channels like BBC 2,
What invented who?
ITV1, ITV2, CHANNEL 4,
What more?
I hate them, I do,
Like Dave+2
I cant believe you all,
Those big things, small and tall,
Adults, take respect,
Dont give up and collect,
So now you know why to put them in the bin,
Overwise those televisions will win!

Submitted: Saturday, April 18, 2009
Edited: Saturday, April 18, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Television by Amy Gibbs )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Another Day, Michael McParland
  2. Another Christmas, Michael McParland
  3. Another, Michael McParland
  4. Anonymous Girl, Michael McParland
  5. I want to be a serial chiller with you, Mandolyn Davidson
  6. Upon A Star, Kewayne Wadley
  7. To my Gurudev...., PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
  8. खामानिखौ मावलां जोहोलाव, Bahadur Basumatary
  9. Estrange, micheal john
  10. J'attendrai, Michael Mira

Poem of the Day

poet Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]