TGIF is played out.
Shows stream like spawning trout.
No theme music.
No rolling credits.
47 minutes of artificial flavors.
13 minutes of passive aggression.
This is not your father's **** tube.
His had buttons and dials,
silly rabbit ears, and even
the occasional working VCR.
It was a simpler time
for the television.

Today with so much demand,
he too is under enormous stress
and headed for a breakdown.
He just can't keep up
with your binge watching,
the endless hours of "Reality"
that even he knows is fake.
You used to be friends.
Remember?
Cut him some slack
before his screen goes black.