Pardon me while I shoot the TV
The box drones
with the daily news,
and progresses
through the
commercialism
of commercials,
and now that
I think of it, I must
have one of those
nifty slicer-dicer’s,
although I can’t eat
because I might
gain some weight,
and yes, I am feeling
tired, so I must get
some special vitamins
at Walmart, where
their rolling back prices,
and of course I’ll need some bling,
cha ching…
Keeping up with the Jones’
is the new american goal
the sure sign of sucess-
the accumulation of things,
and oil is an idol
that sacrifices the innocent
for naught in Iraq…yet
all we need is just
one more designer bag
to hold all our stuff,
so we close our doors,
to the unpleasantries
while we suckle propaganda
nevertheless,
we still tune in..
same bat time,
same bat channel,
slaves to the machine.
“same bat time same bat channel”
come on kids lets gather ’round the flickering light… where’s the clicker?
sometimes I wish I had a remote for peoples brains, I would turn them on.
Bless you for writing this, I Couldn’t agree with you more! Also added you to the blogroll, I don’t get many hits, but hopefully some will pass over to ya.
well thanks for the inspiration dratgosy! It’s a little rough, and could use a little work, but what the heck.
and thanks to you, reflux! I spent quite a few hours reading your blogs yesterday, and some of the ones you suggest in your blogroll. Whoa, just amazing and I agree with so many points, definately things that need to be said.