The Television

Growing up I rarely watched television. I mean, my family had a TV and movies but rarely programming. When people find this out, I usually get some odd looks followed by this question, “What did you do all day?” In light of this I wrote this poem in college. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on some high horse bewailing the evils of modern television and those who indulge therein. I love watching TV and hence have to be careful not to become too attached.

A human pacifier on a shelf
Sometimes we cannot help ourselves
The TV calls
Our resistance falls
Alas, we are sucked in

Though merely wires and flashes of light
Our plastic machines are quite a sight
A movie plays
We are in a daze
Made all for our viewing pleasure

Visions of light pour out its screen
Some quite good, others obscene
The picture is clear
We sit so near
In front of our inanimate idols

The speakers, so large, make quite a sound
The music and words through the houses resound
Noises pour out
We begin to shout
When talking to others nearby

It may have dents and stains and cracks
The image resolution, compared to others, may lack
We do not care
We continue to stare
The addiction is in full force

This cannot be good for our mental stability
To spend so much time in lethargic immobility
Our brains are rotting
With time allotting
For more of its deadly poison

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8 Responses to The Television

  1. i feel the same addiction for computer. though i think it is improving me.

    wonderfull portrayal of addiction to tele

  2. mairmusic

    Great use of form & rhyme! Hard to resist the alter of media…
    http://mairmusic.wordpress.com/

  3. I love tv. I hate tv.

    Arrrg. :)

    Very well stated here in your poem.

  4. I used to feel that way too. Now, I go on the internet instead. All the entertainment value with out that sense of being poisoned.

  5. aint that the truth…we have not had cable or satelite for the last 3 years…we only pull the TV out if there is a movie we really want to watch…

  6. Too sad, too true.. Too bad… my shows are on ;)
    great poem!

  7. Alex, good stuff. When our kids were growing up, we had to fight using the TV as, what we called, The Great Babysitter… It was very easy to plug your kids in to the TV and let it raise them.

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