When i hear about someone with an addiction, television is the first,
Thought that comes into my mind, everyone that watches, is into,
Negative news, sex, and violent crimes.
They all sit quiet like a rock, staring into space, with no movement,
At all, and a cold blank look on their face.
So many of them have trouble deciding, changing channels,
All of the time, so for gone, they can't concentrate,
Or make a decision, with their mind.
Many of them, got started, years ago, someone turned them on to it,
For free, now that they are addicted, they are happy to pay,
A high monthly fee.
Television, teaches children, bad habits in so many ways,
Watching the weather man, getting paid to lie,
Then they learn the truth, The very next day.
The viewers hide from family, and friends, all of the time,
Has anyone ever told you they have to go,
They can't miss their fix, of a repeat TV show.
If you count up all of the hours, they waste,
Years over a lifetime, That's why they are called addicts,
Because of their altered state of mind.
The next time you faithful watchers, see a story,
About an addict, on TV, you can hold your head up high,
And say, that guy is just like me.
08/13/2003
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