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Addicted to the plasma screen

People watch with baited breath and dream,

Of something that will give their life meaning

Fed to them via televisual themes,

We worry big brothers watching us

But in truth they are waching big brother,

It doesn’t have to try no more

As you’re being monitored on your sofa,

And people lose the track of what’s real

And what is actually illusion,

Then you wonder why when you step outside

That your life is thrown into confusion,

It’s nothing how it seems on TV, it’s not nearly as glossy

And not everything is all fun and laughter,

That often you find your life’s a disaster,

And you realise that you cannot cope

Without a fix of your favourite soap,

In there things often go wrong but in the end it turns out ok,

But in real life you soon find out that it’s not all happy endings

And no amount of acting out like towie and all that fake pretending

Is going to make you rich and famous,

Not matter how much make up and fake tan you put on,

And when you become addicted to the plasma life

You buy into the media man’s scam,

And will find life passing you by

As you’re fed political lies,

From the well dressed news presenter

Who is presenting propaganda,

Dictated by the government or oligarch that owns the broadcaster,

Who shows you scenes or war, fear and of scary disasters

And then at end of it tells stories of happy ever afters,

Can you hear their fucking laughter

Because they know they got you hooked,

As you are now alien to reading any books,

You rely on them for knowledge

It’s like TV has become your college,

Feeding you with poison and shit

And you swallow every bit,

If this is life then you can keep it,

For I don’t want to be a part of this.

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