You don’t require much of me at all
I don’t need a brain
In fact, it’s perfectly acceptable
If I don’t even move
No searches deep into my morals
Just show up, you say
Then, I must feast on your banquet
Telling those who ask
You, in turn, leave your brand
Slogans of evil or fun
That will stick in my head so much
That I sing them often
Believing that what I say is true
Yet never thinking
I repeat because I heard it
You told me everything
There in that colorful box in my room
You spread society
I learn, repeat and come back for more
I have no useful brain
When will I ever wake up to find
There is a way to stop
I will move and be myself again
I don’t need a brain
In fact, it’s perfectly acceptable
If I don’t even move
No searches deep into my morals
Just show up, you say
Then, I must feast on your banquet
Telling those who ask
You, in turn, leave your brand
Slogans of evil or fun
That will stick in my head so much
That I sing them often
Believing that what I say is true
Yet never thinking
I repeat because I heard it
You told me everything
There in that colorful box in my room
You spread society
I learn, repeat and come back for more
I have no useful brain
When will I ever wake up to find
There is a way to stop
I will move and be myself again
I can turn the TV off
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@Copyright 2008 Scarlets Rhymes - The above and all poems and poetry on this page cannot be reproduced on the World Wide Web or any other published form without the written permission of the writer/creator at scarlet@rhymecreek.net
1 comment:
It is like a drug. I sometimes pass close aboard to the great "ship of dreams" and catch just enough to plunge me into a chair. "I'll watch for just a minute" - I say. Hours later, my day is ruined and the time of life within me is stolen, never to be recovered. I must kill this thing.
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