Sinking into the cushions deep
I watch of madness and deceit
This boob of tube does rob my mind
Of the pure and sublime

Channels scanned and intercepted
Who am I to be protected
From the message of the day
With all its horror and dismay

Push the button, turn it off
Cut the signal of Salem's lot
Shiny tiny box of grim
To watch it close is a mortal sin

The information that's perceived
Is really only make believe
It's time to take the TV stand
To display a vase of flowers grand!!!

sincerely,

luckyduck