The Altar Poem by Paul Butters

The Altar



Recline before the Altar of
Your Telly God,
And you will find
The easy way
To Dream.
Your mind is emptied
Of all intellect,
Your soul committed
To that luring gleam.

See Jerry Springer, Jeremy Kyle, Big Brother,
And goodness knows what else.
Then settle on your PC,
And live it all again!
Your IS Provider does it for you:
All Virtual you see;
And You are totally brainwashed,
Unless you set yourself free!

Monday, October 1, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: media,television
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Paul Butters

Paul Butters

Leeds, West Yorkshire.
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