le télé

Eye Closed

a moment of lapsed sanity concentration
pressing the button to move along
the virtual stories shown
and suddenly you’re watching the unwatchable
seeing what is unacceptably
embarrassingly
(kind-of-sort-o’) funny
hilarious (but really humiliating)
so awful it actually hurts
but they keep on
and on and on
for all to see
on so many innumerable
twelve-inch screens
and you wonder
what kind of modern
panem et circenses
this really is.

What happened?
What’s going on?
I’m not even confused anymore,
anger isn’t even possible.
Why do so many homo sapiens
enjoy humiliating themselves
down to the marrow of the bone?
Why do we even watch?
Why can’t anyone say:
Stop. Please, stop.
No, no, no, no
Stop right now
and no I’m not joking.
Who told you this was good,
that this would hold?
Stop. Stop right now
and please PLEASE
stop letting those cameras in
get off that imagined stage
and just go home.
Oh. My. God.

© 2015 threegoodwords

3 Replies to “le télé”

    1. Oh, I don’t mind the writing, especially when someone’s really trying to express themselves. It’s hard getting what’s in your mind onto (virtual) paper, and having it make sense, sound good, and be good at the same time. It’s definitely not easy. In this case, I just got another glimpse of Reality TV, so-called. Baffles me each and every time.

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