The television.
The glowing box of doom.
I feel my brain dissolving
See math problems I'm not solving
Classes failing
Teachers bailing
Ooh! Wait!
CSI's on!
Um.. Where was I?
O yes, I know
I'm lost an have nowhere to go
My room's a mess,
Dishes undone
The pile of laundry must be a ton.
There's a dent in the couch
In the shape of my arse
Doing my homework is simply a farce
To fool my parents and counselor too
CSI vs. Reason...
CSI has a coup
Assisted by House, Criminal Minds, and Shark
My eyes are blank, my stare is stark
In contrast to the animated scratch of my pen
I've been working this problem since I don't know when.
My parent is gone, my homework's a waste
I turn up the volume...
And, like a turkey,
In the sound I baste.
Author notes
I <33333333333333 my tv.
A contest entry
- "Because!" she yelled. "It's freaking hot!" by Midnight-Engaged.
600 points, ended March 9, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Great, really great! I especially like how you trail off in the middle of your poem and break the rhyme and then resume. Wonderful, and so true, I just...oops, gotta go, the new season of Big Brother is on!
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Funny but oh so true. Deadly the art of television is and it is amusing how you could find the ways to tell thank you.
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good good good
hahaha that was so funny i love it
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