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"Too Much TV"

We read “Captain Hook’s collection of psalms, And other songs to sing along to.” Nothing better to do off hand, But revel in our own arrogance. And, we notched holes in leather straps, To expand at the waste. Drive through diets replacing lessons- Of keeping elbows off the table. Of speaking only when spoken to. Twenty-one years plus a little change. And, daddy says- Everything I taught you is replaceable. And, daddy says- Mistake is a just a word. Hasn’t got it figured out either, At least he admits it, Choking down another cigarette, Says: here’s to now. And, don’t break your back if you don’t have to. Technology affords avenues Different rivers to float experience Overalls and baseball caps And the tree house that broke my tibia. Talked through tin cans in this age, Of golden innocence. Now I’m Facebooking and twitting or twittering Or… who the fuck cares? No one I care about. Rivers given way to raw sewage. And, even dogs eat their own shit. This cat called my computer a pornography box- If the shoe fits, Clichés get the hits. Search: Blonde MILF Big Breasts- 5 million 38 hundred and 2 results. Neon Bibles erupt in the sky. Today I am a believer in the quarter pounder with cheese Tomorrow in gasoline for 2.85 Midas made gold Now he wants to change my oil. They call that economics Or advertising. And, suddenly my sneakers aren’t good enough Voice on the other end reassures- My ideas are manic. Paint a scene of terror. Laying waste to iron giants- Tearing down systems in place to restrict Setting fire to everything- Rack it up to fulfilling. Rack it up to rebuilding. Dismal haze, red glow to ash filled sky, That makes mom clutch the good book- Saying its time to go home. How she knows her redeemer lives. Clarity reigns supreme And, daddy says- Son, you’ve been watching too much TV. And daddy says- You catch more with honey by rule.
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joseph-brooks-nickell
American
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Feb 7, 2013
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