Television: My addiction

To waste away another day

I look to the screen display

The colors on it dance and play

Upon my mind they weigh


Although not heavy these things are

They still rot my beautiful brain

And cast it from reality quite far

Into my particular strain


I might laugh or cry

There is no reason why

There is no logic to falsify

I become a husk to dry



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