Cable Conflict
When I was young, on our TV,
The channels numbered seven:
2, 4, 5 and 7, 9, 13
And, oh, 11.
The picture was in black and white,
Past midnight, we saw snow;
But no one ever did complain –
For what else did we know?
Of course, we watched our shows for free
‘Til cable came along;
And paying for what once was gratis
Always felt so wrong.
Yet pay we did, for entertainment
Seemed like what we’d need;
But now some stations have been yanked
Because of someone’s greed.
I can’t determine who’s at fault –
Time-Warner? CBS?
But take my shows away and I
Am feeling some distress.
This conflict must resolve right now.
One side has got to bend;
For I can’t live unless I know
How Dexter’s going to end!
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