TV News

TV News

A Poem by John D Phillips

I don't have time to
listen to you,
All I need is the TV news

A typical day in the
neighborhood
Cars flying by faster
than they should

Cell phones, radios,
leaning on the horn,
Everyone is talking,
no one listens anymore

Information overload,
radioactive clouds
Of pundits, televised
bandits of doubt,

Looting our knowledge,
digging up kinks,
Not stopping, asking
whatever you may think

I need some fresh air
I sure could use
A little discussion
to go with my news

It's an audio-visual
pollution
A news crawl getting
four miles per gallon

Across the bottom
of your screen
Doesn't matter
what it means

Don't excercise your
knack for guessing
You'll find out after this
commercial message

Self-protection with
a wall of noise
No one can see you
through all your toys

Homepage, profile,
voicemail, ringtones,
Pager, email,
shopping from home,

The millions of ways to
keep people at bay,
Arm's length, invisible,
far, far away

Discussion is technologically
obsolete
Redundant, futile,
incomplete

Nothing is what it
seems to be
Information is cheap
duplicity is free

News spreads like a virus
and cuts as a knife
Crushing, saturating,
infecting your life

You can leave it, ignore it,
but what that would do,
Is leave everyone talking
but not to you

We've built ourselves
a place to sleep,
To drown in our
technology

Twenty-four seven,
three-sixty five,
Waking sleep, no silence
therein to hide

Nobody's got time to
listen to you
All they need is the
TV news

The day ends, everyone
sinks in their chairs
Don't think, just absorb
what's on the air

The TV on, phone rings
in the kitchen
Everyone is talking,
but no one listens.

© 2009 John D Phillips


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John D Phillips
John D Phillips

Columbus, GA



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