Glued to the T.V.
When you explore the mouth of a tiger and don’t find a genie,
But meet the teeth of a beast who is grinning out feed me.
Is this the world my teachers praised and reminded me of?
****, no wonder I’m glued to the T.V.
Drug called control and getting off it isn't easy.
When addicted to it you become a victim to it, insuring a stormy life
And words aren't making it breezy.
****, no wonder I’m glued to the TV.
Rather not hear the complaints of feminists,
Or pay attention to images of slit writs that only provoke me to reminisce
About some stupid **** that didn't apply to me but I wished it did, until it really did.
No tears shed, whenever I’m glued to the TV.
Religious fear implemented by the hypocritical, demented spirits who will spit at you
And write the lamented.
Not the desired destination for eternal resting, but hell in a daydream is so interesting.
Anybody who walks on holier ground would have stood and questioned
But I’d rather be Constantine than a teen that complains constantly.
****, no wonder I’m glued to the TV.
It should be against the law to escape into another’s mind,
Or have your dreams influenced by another’s.
“Who Framed Roger Rabbit”, we’ll find out some other rhyme,
But let’s put on Loki’s mask to and joke of each other’s crimes.
Inspired to do so,
Glued to the TV.