Satellite T.V. by Fred Bigjim

Who let you into my home,
My village,
My culture.

How dare you
Intrude into my solitude
With your insipid dialogue,
Mundane plots,
Tasteless shows,
Inane programs.

You project your message of change
To a circular disk
At the village's edge.

You are the advance guard,
The scouts,
The forward thrust of colonization
Through Masterpiece Theater
And remote control.

You are changing my culture
With your program schedule.
Yesterday, I went seal hunting.
Today, I watch Kojak.

All that will be left
Will be a little box
With a small screen
With small people.

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From the book Sinrock by Fred Bigjim