Plasma Picks

My remote control taunts my mortal sloth Pale light pulses, pulling me like a moth Such a vast plethora beckoning me Urging to decide what I long to see I’ve got cop dramas to test my mettle Cooking shows to inspire my kettle Sporting events to tackle my spare time Or dark sci-fi flicks spewing viscous slime Game shows and rodeos can rope up greed News scripts concocted to force a stampede Travel shows touring streets of dead cities Perhaps senate and house subcommittees Cartoon madness might play to tickle me Maybe sitcoms could work to pickle me Animal shows and bridezillas abound My mind still pictures a betrothed bloodhound Those reality shows cause me to itch Never mind--I think I’ll hit the off switch