Wasteland
I flip the TV channels –
It’s the nightly thing to do;
But the only shows worth watching
Are reruns of SVU.
When there were seven stations,
There was always something good;
With one TV, the family gathered,
Like a family should.
When late night came, the shows went off –
A pattern came on screen,
Or static with a steady hum –
You turned off the machine.
But now the shows drone on all night.
The TV doesn’t rest;
And yet with all the choices,
I am very unimpressed.
For more and more I cannot find
One show to entertain;
And some of them, I really fear,
Could fizzle out your brain.
So once again I will accept
What TV has to give.
I’ll spend another hour or two
With Elliot and Liv!
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