T.V Hell Poem by DM W

T.V Hell



Welcome to T.V hell:
Where crude choirs of swine
Are squealing their brains out
On the typically
Asinine, redundant
Saturday evening show.
My God - it's so awful!
O Lord - please lift me from
This world of illusion!
I'd rather eat my own flesh.

Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: television
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