Turn off your mind and turn on the TV.
What’s that you’re eyeing? Your brain is dying.
Lay down all thought for this visual void—
there’s no minding, just reclining.
You’ll likely hear screaming—what a din!
Up they’re teaming for their scheming.
Junk is all this waste-of-airspace fare.
It is blowing, really blowing.
You could instead have a great book read;
while you are peeping, your mind is sleeping.
Just listen to the choler of these teams.
Are you believing all this deceiving?
You play the game of [fill in any show here: “Survivor,” “Big Brother,” e.g.] till you retch.
Then are beginning new shows—more dinning.