Ode To The TV

A cynical take on an Ode.

Ode to the TV

You butcher thousands of innocent people
whilst you send me miles across Middle Earth
for the ring of – what was it? – Power?
You tell of me of shiny new things I should buy
so they can ruin my life. No wait, so you can ruin my

life was cut, snapped and broken free, away from your ideology.
I’ve lost all sense of time and place in front of you. I
used to know who I were – was? Hold on, let’s take a break -

Have a Kit-Kat. 
Now I see your master, the means in which you screech,
scream and butcher. Please stop hearing me, I don’t
don’t, don’t want you to hear me anymore. What was it
Nike says? Just Do It? Do what? It?

Now that I look at you I hate you. I hate you like I hate – no
like I love Fireman Sam and Thunderbirds. I love it when
you fill my head with your – no, my life. You’ve filled your head
with my life.
Yet you are so – feel so simple, sheet metal folded into Friends.

Upon that roof you control the world – no – yes?
Why don’t you broadcast your life instead of someone else’s? But
that would just be boring wouldn’t it? That would just be you on a
roof with birds perching on your slander.

Reviews

[Patricia]

I love this, its so much to fun to read. The imagry is great, "sheet metal folded into Friends". You can feel the chaos and confusion. You manage to take so trivial a topic and tun it into something grand and epic. Its as though there is a struggle going on that trancends the one in the literal poem.