22-20-03
Copyright 2003 Athalia
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Staged and scripted worlds flash before me
Life and death inside a miniscule box
That seems to take up the entire room
When I turn my attention to those tiny colored pixels.
Nestling down in the soft couch
To forget my world as I lose myself in theirs,
Knowing that soon I'll have to switch off this mini universe
And gather my shattered IQ off the floor.
Flipping the stations to decide how I want
To jade my image of reality today
Sounds and images flicker like lightening
Starting to clash together in their haste.
As I press the remote I start to hear phrases
Like "Lifetime, Television for-" (click) "Monster trucks!"
But I don't pause as I sail along the sea of stations
Not even stopping for a moment just to help boost their ratings.
As I keep on clicking more voices clash together.
"Today's 'Sesame Street' is brought to you by-" (click) "Playboy Magazine!"
I know it's never to late to turn back and read a book
But the simplicity of this world is dangerously addicting.
"Today on 'Iron Chef' we'll be making-" (click) "Bat guano!"
Somehow the boundless idiocy doesn't bother me at all
Every shred off my ability to judge, think, and reason
Has flown off to some happy little padded room.
And finally, I feel I have lost enough brain cells
Between Soap Operas, infomercials, and a "Village People" concert.
I'll earn them all back by spending the day
Reading a few volumes of the Encyclopedia.
I steal one last glance for now I'm on the movie stations
Torn between "Hamlet" and "The Wizard of Oz."
The last thing I here before I return to reality is
"Goodnight sweet prince, and-" (click) "Flying monkeys!" (click) "-sing the to thy rest."