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.