Believing In Channel Z
My parent’s TV people manipulate them like puppets
Amazon’s hidden camera watches their strings
As they are popped up and down,
Believing what Channel Z tells them to believe
It is strange to live in a world with people
Who have given over all rights to their own thoughts
The only brain connection now is the one that holds the remote
They run to their recliners and press the Channel Z button
Soon Channel Z will be the only one they can push
They will not realize this, because they never try for another
channel, another idea, another thought
Here they go – dancing around the room on Channel Z’s strings.
I never thought I would live in a world like this,
and yet here I am, watching it from my dry corner.
Eating my cereal, slowly and methodically
Wishing I had arrived before Chanel Z was invented.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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