Turn Them Off Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Turn them off.
Those people wicked.
Turn them off.
And do this quick.
Turn them off.
From their confusion.
Turn them off.
And from them split.

Notice that your mind,
Soon begins to clear.
When you're not being tricked.
And...
Notice that you're not near,
Anything to fear.
All of that has disappeared.

Turn them Off.
Those feeding conflicts.
Turn them off.
Those who are slick.
Turn them off.
Those folks who sit,
Playing with lives using politics.

Notice the ones who are the hypocrites.
Feeding everyday their aging rhetoric.

Notice who gets from them to benefit.
With more of it to pocket and to get.

As the people sit,
Receiving...
Nonsense.
And less of...
Content.
That lacks of...
Substance.
Wondering where their taxes paid went.

Notice the ones who are the hypocrites.
Feeding everyday their aging rhetoric.

Turn them off.
They will make you sick.
Turn them off.
And do this quick.
Turn them off.
They will have you living,
Addicted to conflicts.
Turn them off.
And do this quick.
Turn them off.
They want to make you sick.
Turn them off.
You don't have to live your life,
Accepting nonsense.

Put them on,
The back burner.
And leave.
Put them on,
The back burner.

Put them on,
The back burner.
Turn them off.
Turn them off.
Then leave.