The Job Poem by Nika McGuin
The Job
The television hums
transmitting the frequency
of so many unfamiliar voices
and commercials that dispatch lies.
They penetrate the pixelated membrane
proceeding to infiltrate homes and souls
covering their walls with a thick layer of soot.
Ultimately, they clog the mind's arteries
and tightly shut the doors of free thought.
Acting as a sedative, its drug-like
dependency is created - their job here is done.
Dear Nika you are absolutely right for we have become addictive to the TV. reality with sweetness. Nice one. Thanks I invite you to visit my page and give your views on my poems.
Ultimately they clog the mind's arteries / and tightly shut the doors of free thought. I can't imagine a more powerful way to declare your independence from dependence on TV. You acquired a full head of steam before you wrote this poem. It probably built up over time, and then BOOM you unleashed it here. I only wish some of the producers in Hollywood could read your rejection of their mediocre, unsatisfying, mind-numbing fare. They probably assume you're already hooked, and don't realize your mind is still FREE! And the time we save by not watching TV we can use to write our poems and read each other's poems at POEMHUNTER!
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Ultimately, they clog the mind's arteries and tightly shut the doors of free thought. Acting as a sedative, its drug-like dependency is created - their job here is done What powerful observation of the addictive Nature of TV and its commercials! At least a few are still able to wring free of its obsessive tentacled grip! Wonderful write and full marks!