Television Poem by Marco Driver

Television



900 channels of death
Lies, fabrications and sex.
And yet it whispers
When I’m at home with my slippers.

Today I might turn it off
If only I could live without that box

Friday, May 13, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: lies,sex,television
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