When I drank my television

As digital mosquitos buzzed in haze

I closed my eyes and deepened my gaze

everything that flew through stratosphere

closed on me and gave me a stare

this sensory overload causes a jam

fills my head with junks of spam

with the world in the box and the box in my mind

my eyes see more, my head goes blind

with heated soda in my veins

i struggle to drink all this strain

yes ..I want to see the blue sky...I want to see the sun

I want to feel the green grass...with winds I want to hum

So I grabbed the remote...broken...poor

I switched the channel to watch PGA Tour