Media
6 by 15 Watts are blasting,
testing if my ears are lasting.
I turned on the music just for hearing,
but it ripped my clothes off, as if I was dreaming.
50 inches full of colors,
I'm watching TV on a walrus.
But wait, it's not a walrus here,
it's my couch and I'm sitting there.
Media has caught us straight,
caught us, holds us, lets us wait.
Face it, TV has control
of our bodies, hopes and souls.
Copyright © Mehis Parnamets | Year Posted 2005
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