I Am Chained To the Tv

I am chained to my TV set by way of recliner Planning daily to break the chain Or at least bend it a bit But until the fires and the floods come Here I sit Doing none of the things That bring me joy Holding a remote in my hand A remote that is controlling me Has taken over my mind Is telling me what to do and when to do it I am ready for a flood Or a fire Or anything To shake me up And break me up And get me to the church on time Or get me to the restaurant where I could meet friends This pandemic has me glued to CNN Where the numbers keep going up. Ninety-eight thousand and sixty-eight Americans have died so far Of the Coronavirus or something else? I am chained to the TV Yet I do not even believe in it. I am broken, shaken, messed up. I am going to have to BE the fire and the flood But not right now. Right now The remote is in my hand And I am not afraid to use it.