What in the hell's with the media?


Pink Floyd--'Time'


Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell





NOT Pink Floyd--'Slime"



Ticking away the moments spent on cable T. V.
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Click up and down, your remote at the ready,
looking for something the doesn't offend several times a day

Tired of the constant downer, sick of their constant refrain
You were young when you saw their first insane,
and endless days of nothing but the negative
has aged you almost instantly, what a cesspool the world turned to be

Want to run away from the T. V. when it's playing,
Over and over it's showing, tragedy on a loop again
The view is the same in a relative way, growing older,
shorter of patience and one day closer to 'snap'!

Every break is getting longer, they never seem to have the time,
to show anything of real substance or anything for your mind
Watching news with expectation, delusion is America's way
Still they drone, it's what they do, report it long after there's nothing left to say

Beer, beer again
I like to drink it with a funnel
I'd change the channel but I'm too tired

This remote seems way too heavy,
Far away, in T. V. nation

the droning beat of 'nothing's well'
brings the viewers to their knees
in their private viewing Hell










Submitted: June 16, 2017

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From the title, I wasn't sure what to expect, Mike, but after reading it certainly makes sense. I am still amazed at the fantastic parodies you produce!

Fri, June 16th, 2017 4:07pm


Thanks as always, Hully!

Fri, June 16th, 2017 9:08am


I am inspired to turn away from the TV for a while and retreat to a peaceful and quite place. Nice poem.

Fri, June 16th, 2017 7:31pm


Thanks, j l, and me too, but it's not that easy to avoid that hate-filled face!

Fri, June 16th, 2017 12:35pm

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