The consequence of a TV nation,
We lost the art of conversation.
Sit there glued TV all rooms,
Motionless, digital tombs.
Watch a show full of slander,
Switch the channel propaganda.
Two minute break you speak, surprising,
A spin off gained from advertising.
Fixed again now in one spot,
There you’ll remain until the dot.
If life revolves around a square,
Then life is dull and life is bare.
Shut down, switch off then we might,
Reduce this need on satellite.
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
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