Eric R. White
Flipping from station to station
Stop when we see
A child screaming
You can hear the piercing noise
In surround sound
A sap in her brain
Its in widescreen
We have a laugh
Off to the next moment
Standing on a corner
Reading a newspaper
We’re losing attention
Its happening so rapidly
Suddenly a knife
Plunges in his neck
Our hearts beat faster
The seeds of smiles
Soon bloom
Blood gushes as do we
With cheers
‘Gimme a high-five’
Slap-slap go our palms
Need another hit
A bloody nose appears
Not on the screen
But on our faces
Fists fly
And we get high
Chuckles
Drained in sadism
Strained with masochism
Love-love-loving
These technological paraphilias
We accidentally kill God
As T.V. falls from His stand
