Cosseted in half slumber in soft armchairs
You do nothing like shouting or making cheers
You are zombiefied into passive observation
You are beyond resting or normal relaxation.

As the vibrating images flicker into your brain
Are you living inside the inevitable open drain?
Where energies are sapped, they turn to stone,
Because the negative pull wins the day again.

As you observe the TV Wonderland sitting alone
You inject more adversity, pain into your vein
You have wars, earthquakes and sexual violence
Mingled with toilet paper, chocolates, soap powder.

As your eyes bulge in complete solid acceptance
A part of you dies, a branch is snapped off each time
As you switch on the Box of millions dots and dashes
For TV land is relentless substandard non-thinking.

As hypnosis inevitably takes over the whole world
You are left with little room to explore and discover
Who you really are - where you are – why you are
For TV mania cuts off your time and you are left drained.

Newspaper draped over the lap auto button TV control
You are stilled, the only thing left is to sit, stare and grow old
Sport juxtaposed with environmental propaganda motions
Politicians sitting next to custard creams and face lotion.

The seriousness of mind pollution is never told or discussed
Brain wash ‘n’ dry, washed whiter and never recognised
Propaganda tea bags and sugar lumps left hanging in a trap
Where light energy turns dark, evaporates, never comes back.