My Lamprophony
Why do people watch television?
Not only does it worsen their vision,
But rottens their minds
And fattens their behinds.
Pre-recorded images flash before their eyes
Without time to think, they are gullible to lies.
Someone else’s worthless job it is
To put inside a vacant skull some entertainment that ain’t his,
To fill a space with virtual relations living in a box
Dissolving one by one the mind’s building blocks.
A human turns to shadow, relying on machines
For some emotional stability and dreams.
Grows weak from using only thumbs
To surf through channels while laying in crumbs,
Becoming dummer every minute
It is a drug one can’t envision
Too lazy to get up and write a memoir of his life,
Cause it contains even less substance than a low-life’s.
He is a clone, a puppet of society,
Which, despite loud words, quietly wipes out variety,
Creates an army of mindless workers with no brains
And twirls between cigar-sized fingers golden chains.
Humanity prefers to follow and not lead
One in a million’s only possessed with greed
Beware that man, for he is great
He seized occasion ‘fore it was too late
Became a tyrant and dictator
Because his mind was simply greater
He chose his cards, and played the game
And now history forever knows his name.
Man, listen as I speak
This entertainment that you seek
You have to seed it through your brain
You know, I’d rather watch the rain…
