Thursday, October 24, 2013

2.904 : 10/24/07 : The Tubes

I had to be dragged to realize
the tubes were feeding me poison
a slick elixir of rhetoric and bile
getting a dark and hateful noise on
blurred line of words and moving pictures
a soup of ego and belief
It took me a minute to pry my hand off
the spigot but what a relief
I used to live with so little data
A little teevee and books
Even did time without the old boob tube
never dreamed of the tubes or their hooks
and I suppose they will pull me back
I’ll always swim against the tide
but swimming upstream is second nature
to me so I’ll take that ride


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