by Gerard J. Surprenant
Married to the boob tube,
My eyes are all a-blur.
Buried in an old stuffed couch,
My body does not stir.
I crack a bag of "tatoe" sticks
And pop a foamer too.
The action on the screen is such,
I laugh 'till I turn blue.
I change the channel for a while,
To see what I can see.
Some sports, a clown, oh
And even MTV!
In one position for so long,
My blood's coagulating.
My legs have turned to rubber
And my backside's really aching.
Amazed that I can write these words
With mellowed rhyme and reason.
Whenever heavy thought ensues,
My brain yells, "Foul and treason!"