I will not watch you anymore -
you have become the perfect bore!
I will not be assimilated,
Or left disturbed and aggravated.
"Was it I who left you in those moods?
The lost remote - was that me too?
Apologies, human, I guess I's wrong;
Here- a station with a victory song!"
No song for me or victory -
Your channels, all, bring misery.
Each dreadful show is cheap and trite;
I will find peace at home tonight!
"Pfft! Peace, you say? Well let us see!
I'd pay to see you gone from me.
Every day in your lazy couch
with can-in-hand and beer gut out!"
This house is mine - I put you there!
You must be daft, or unaware
that with one yank of that small plug,
your life is snuffed and grave is dug!
"A truce I call; a truce indeed!
So keep those grabbers off my lead.
I'll play the shows you love so much,
of pretty girls you want to touch.."
Yes - oh yes! You have it there -
I like to see them nude and bare!
After all, there is so much
Of women's bums and boobs and such...
Unbeknown to these two foes,
Each one would suffer yet more woe.
The meter would decide their fate
And all their actions, be too late.
Beloved square? Are you still there?
Have you left me quite impaired?
Why have you shut your eyes so tight -
Why do you look so black tonight?
Come back to me, my darling one!
My gripes are through and misdeeds, done.
I'll sit here through the many years -
I'll watch and drool and even leer -
At all it is you want to air -
Don't leave me here in my despair!
The tele died, its power snuffed,
And everything that that man loved
Was taken to another place -