billions of captive domiciles
are strung with idiot lanterns
triumphantly spewing
discount entertainment
at competitive prices
an entire planet
is enthralled
by simulation
and illusion
24/7
30 days
30 rock
48 hours
60 minutes
8 simple rules
$64,000 questions
for the American idle
“I’m a non-entity,
get me out of here!”
bleach me
with the cathode raygun
marinade my brain
in the irrelevant and inane
talk show raconteurs
with lightweight banter
enliven Saturday night specials
with polished mediocrity
they stunt my mojo
with their novocaine lines
I’ve been broken
on the wheel of fortune
I am the weakest link
America’s next biggest loser
fired into my demographic
slot machine
I hit the jackpot
when they bound my imagination
with cable and tangled me up
with a million channels
I could drown myself in
they have delivered unto me
an important message
from my sponsor;
“Everyone who visits your toilet
is judging you”
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ReplyDeleteYour writing is razor blade sharp. Marvelously addressed the issue of media zombification. You are one striking force.
ReplyDeleteThe world has turned into TV audience subordinate to the big advertiser, the God of empty entertainment. There is indeed only one way out of that flat screen dungeon, a button!
"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel." seems to fit this occasion, and how prophetic. But novelists do that in their imaginarium through their inner receiver.
Thank you so much Lolita. The motto inscribed on the BBC's Broadcasting House reads 'And Nation Shall Speak Unto Nation' Who would have guessed it would be to deliver a personal hygiene message?
ReplyDeletefabulous, steppenwolf!
ReplyDeleteThank you Gypsywoman, you know I think TV shows should carry health notices; "WARNING! THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM MAY SAP YOUR WILL TO LIVE!"
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