Slave to the Television

How your life is ruled like a dictatorship
By the programs airing on your television set
That are visual prozac for the mind

When did you become a mindless slave to it?
When did you become its convenience?
Isn't it suppose to be your convenience?
There to quantify the empty gaps in your life
Not your life filling the empty gaps inbetween its

You know the names of the Gilligan's Island crew
Better than you know most of the names
Of people living in your own neighborhood
You know what they eat, drink and wear
Most importantly how they got there
Hell you've even memorized their theme song

Though when you quietly ask yourself
The color of your wife and kids eyes?
All you do is mindlessly stare and sigh
Trying to remember what they look like

So before it's too late lose that tv addiction
Before it swallows the rest of your life away
Before it permeates the rest of your being
Rotting your flesh permanently into a carrion