goggle
box
by majikle
My
TV is a pit-bull dog
Locking
on its jaws,
It is
a stealthy burglar
Rifling
through my drawers
My
TV is a space alien borg
All
futility of resistance,
It’s
hydroponic dopey skunk with
No
points for persistence
My
TV is a car alarm
Drowning
out other creatures,
It’s
a coke-a-cola sugar rush
Disguised
with social features
My TV
is air conditioning
Taking
over from a real sky,
It’s
an earworm of a lyric
That
has no one shouting “why?”
My
TV is a stringy thong
With
no sympathy for soft tissue,
It
is an endless row of chain link fence
When
pushing together is the issue
My
TV was not born bad,
It’s the best oracle I ever had
But so
much is only tinsel dust,
And
desire isn’t love; it’s just lust.
