Adverts Poem by John Carter Brown

Adverts

Another four minutes of life gone to waste
sitting and staring right out into space;
another four minutes gone right down the drain,
two hundred and forty long seconds of pain.

I mute the T.V. and sit there and stew
as the air all around me borders on blue;
and changing the channel solves nothing at all
‘they' sync' all the adverts - they're right on the ball.

I seethe as I ponder this trick, very snide,
as I bring up the screen with the old T.V. guide;
but it's hard, the remote is responding so slow,
I've used it so much that the batteries are low;

I press and I press but I'm getting no joy
I'm mad and frustrated at this dirty ploy,
so decide to view something guaranteed advert-free,
a good documentary on B.B.C.3.

Well, that was no use, I've seen it before
I've just about had it, I cannot take more;
my head is now cabbaged, my nerves are all fried
the remote has gone bust, and it's froze on the guide!

(Written Sept 2017)