I sit; and feel the cathode rays <br />Wash over me, ambitions erase <br />Electric opiates, I count the ways <br />That other things could fill my days <br />In early hours through potation haze <br />At endless screens I loyally gaze <br />Occasionally there is a phase <br />Of fascination for the latest craze <br />Complicated canapes <br />Works of art with hollandaise <br />The new ideas briefly amaze <br />Intently I listen to what it says <br />Ever more the viewer pays <br />For images it constantly relays <br />For the privilege to laze <br />And suffer televisual forays <br />That inevitably create malaise <br />An afternoon of green baize <br />Other people's holidays <br />Renovation resumes <br />The business of living delays.<br /><br />Esra Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kick-box-in/
