box for idiots

this
fucking idiot
box

do you
hear?

the
intent?

oh my
god

the
arm of the
king keeping the
peasants
in the dark

because
it’s hard to control an
animal
that isn’t
entertained
by two
bleach blond
bimbo faggots
lip-synching
[insert any
fucking music
here] on a
preschool colored
stage
to the manic cheers of
actors acting
the ideal
you

this fucking
idiot box

the intent

the not so
gentle staff
directed at the
slaughterhouse

do
you hear?

the static
when there’s no
static

the silence
made from background
noise

i’d turn it off
but
someone’s still
watching
so what
the fuck.