I have been freely offered a widescreen
view
Into a thousand-watt world of
distractions.
I have cast my eyes upon that blinding,
ersatz god.
It's been hard work re-dirtying the
vision it washed out.
I have peered into a world of plywood
palaces,
A world of miniature magic
Where they tell the same stories about
nothing
Over and over again.
I have seen millions crane their necks
to watch
A world full of the same stories
The rest of live in our real lives,
Only full of useless, decorative
people,
Though I suppose it might look pretty
in the right light.
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