‘Cause lately it’s day after despairing day
Filling my eyes with its own medication
Watching as it wastes its owner away
Wishing I’d leave or at least flick its switch
Give it a moment of silence to sleep
By no fault of its own its grip on me fastens
As its unwilling images begin to seep
Now my reality’s been skewed by the possession
And for the rest of my life I won’t have a clue
To a sensible person this must beg the question
Do you own your TV or does it own you?
Feedback makes me smile.
