ordinary strangers lost to a disfigured screen
the pixels diluted so that the eye cannot retrieve
a scurry of fuzzy people which skitter across
their faces lost to painted scoured masks
silhouettes hovering within retracing channels
my friend, the reception have gone haywire since
we have believed in everything shown on this screen
and now it's too late to cut the televised cable
it has ****** everything we were once able
and the batteries to the remote cannot handle
our detriments which begins to glare
and we lose sight to those ordinary people