The Clicker Poem by David Welch

The master of the living room,
'cause I've got the clicker,
my children, to my tastes shall groom,
‘Cause I've got the clicker.

They storm around, they scream and shout,
they act as if they're all put out,
they whine and moan, complain and pout,
'cause I've got the clicker

Procedurals, I won't partake,
'cause I've got the clicker,
network news lies and berates,
but I've got the clicker.

Adventure tales, I am a fan,
better sit-coms, I can stand,
but mostly I stream on broadband
when I have the clicker.

Reality, you grind at me,
so I grab the clicker,
a stress release, so great the need,
so I grab the clicker

To reset faith with simple tales,
to restore peace amidst travails,
I rarely feel so weak or frail
when I've got the clicker.