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- - - - - - - Ode to My Television - - - - - - - -

                How do I laud thee, faithful friend...                      to me you've meant so much...                     just twenty-seven inches wide...                      yet all the world you touch.                 To bring your version of our globe...                       inside my shuttered home.                     I never leave my living room...                       yet all the world I roam.                    I view another's private life...                      the kitchen, bedroom, den...                  dark secrets shown for all to see...                        the wickedness of men.                Soap operas... graphic talk show hosts...                      that rake up endless slime...                     replace all conversation at...                       my family's dinnertime.                       The perfect baby sitter...                  you will watch my kids for free...                 to take my place and values teach...                        of what to do and be.                   Compliant sponges children are...                       absorbing all they view...                  the same old lies in flashy form...                     to them are fresh and new.                      A legal drug you stupefy...                       no hangover... no mess...                addictive though you might well be...                        you show me happiness!                 Slumped on my couch, unblinking eyes...                       remote I click in vain...                 while evenings quickly disappear...                    down time's capacious drain.                   Attention spans are shortened to...                         a 15-second blink.                    Why read a book, expand myself?...                      with you, no need to think!!                  My mind not broadened nor matured...                      with interactive thought...                  but tranquilized by passive tripe...                    diversion... cheaply bought.                  Disgusting people fill your screen...                        insipid, shallow shows...                      repugnant to my ear and so...                         degrading to my soul.                     Defined for me, normality...                      your vision is my sight...                  what once was wrong is now OK...                    and finally...                                   seems right!!                     For fantasy reverses truth...                       completely out of phase...                  the virtuous seems boring while...                     the evil deeds are praised.               Our children learn swear words from you...                       before they go to school...                       and MTV is now their god...                     and parents simply... "fools."                    Defiant songs in anger spurn...                    all truth and right and good...                and prime time shows with sex and guns...                      debauch the neighborhood.                   The honeybee of culture change...                       you quickly pollinate...                 the latest filth, the newest craze...                      to all our fifty states.                    The bright-lit icon of our age...                         embodiment of truth...                      companion for our elderly...                       and mentor for our youth.                    You tell us truth is relative...                      freedom of speech is king...                    you sugarcoat the poison pills...                     that change the way we think.                   Appealing to our fleshly drives...                       the lurid, low, debased...                      at best you're mediocrity...                    at worst...  misguided waste.                     But truthfully I blame myself...                          for slack-jawed apathy...                  I watch you of my own free choice...                          my children mimic me.                So change my toothpaste... car I drive...                     the clothes I've GOT to wear...                   and warp my views... philosophy...                    a painless, mind-numbed stare.               For one more night I'll watch this show...                     I'll sit here just for now.                    Tomorrow I will turn you off...                     "Tomorrow... yes!!"  I vow.                 And when we're bored in silent house...                       no patience left to read...                     if family conversation drags...                      without you... belov'd TV...                    in panic, we will drop the books...                        down to the store we'll go...                  instead we'll rent a cheap cassette...                                 ... and watch a video!!

Copyright © January 2001 Tom Larson

Additional Notes:
This quote inspired my poem. If anybody knows who wrote it, let me know, so I can give them credit. "The real power of the Mass Media is its ability to define our idea of what constitutes normality." Unknown


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