John Carter Brown


I Haven'T Got A Daughter - Poem by John Carter Brown

I haven't got a daughter
I've got a telly-blob;
Ping-pong balls instead of eyes
Crisps stuck in her gob;
Her brain on auto-pilot
That strange hypnotic stare;
Laughing at the advert's
While slouching in her chair.

The technicolour images
All battering her senses
De-sensitised this girl of mine
And shattered her defences;
Now television rules O.K.
She's got remote control;
Her world, a 24 inch screen
Sucking at her soul.

Flicking through the channels
And chewing at her nails,
The goggle-box possesses her,
It's power never fails;
An electronic baby-sitter
Playing all the day,
And on into the dead of night
She wastes her life away.

I haven't got a daughter
I lost her long ago
To Brookside and Eastenders,
And every other show;
But wait! I've got her back again
I recognize that whining:
I never thought a power-cut
Could have a silver lining!

(Written July 1996)

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Another poem attacking the power of T.V.

Comments about I Haven'T Got A Daughter by John Carter Brown

  • (8/27/2012 6:18:00 AM)


    So true for a lot of people, TV mesmerises them by the droves. Mine is on at the moment, broadcasting to an empty chair while I'm on it's successor, the computer and internet! The T.V looks green with envy or maybe it's old tube going? Who cares, there's nothing on it I want to watch these days. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 14, 2015


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