Marco Driver

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Television - Poem by Marco Driver

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


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 14, 2011


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