That Box Poem by Sean Joyce

That Box



That frigging box
it has us nearly damned
clamouring for attention
stealing all our time

All the pretty bits and lies
not to enlighten but disguise
to focus our attention
on this TV Point Of Sale

This box spends our time
And we beguiled comply
making counterfeit celebrities
out of minor entities

Who would be welcome
were there not a loss
our loss of course our time
our thinking time

And what is that
our thinking time
if not the time of our lives
I think our thinking time is
the time of our lives

Yes I am sure it is
our thinking time that is
the time of our lives I mean
at least that is what I think it is
I’m sure I saw a program
'said as much

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Sean Joyce

Sean Joyce

Galway, Ireland
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