John Carter Brown


The Old Box - Poem by John Carter Brown

Whatever is on the old box
It don't matter,
Some people just sit there
Their eyes getting fatter;
Their brains being dulled
By the flickering screen,
By the adverts that urge them
To buy what they've seen;
They worship their telly
And won't move an inch;
If the house caught on fire
Well I doubt if they'd flinch.

It's a puzzle to me
How it has so much power
To keep people glued to it
Hour after hour;
Film upon film and then
Soap after soap,
With a life such as that
I don't think I could cope;
Like the old saying goes:
'They'll end up with square eyes; '
And to me it will be
No great loss, or surprise.

Some programmes can teach
I admit that it's true;
But of excellent ones
There are only a few;
Still, if children can learn
As they sit there and drool,
It's a start, 'cause they learn
Very little at school;
Had it not been invented
Not a soul would have cared;
But it was,
And the blame lies with John Logi Baird.

Written Jan 1995

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I was bored with T.V. at the time... obviously!

Comments about The Old Box by John Carter Brown

  • Ellias Anderson Jr. (11/22/2012 12:58:00 PM)


    you teach us john within your brilliant words in this excellent work.
    so meaningful and beautiful. i like the parts:

    Some programmes can teach
    I admit that it's true;
    But of excellent ones
    There are only a few
    (these lines have lots of things to say. i agree with you john.
    well done.
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  • (10/31/2012 2:23:00 PM)


    Another fine one John! I'm in complete agreement here... well stated! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 21, 2012


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