Telling Vision

in my youth i watched TV
but sadly, none had cared to tell
that it was not reality
and thus, my life has gone to hell
corrupting every moral code
with no second thought to decorum
just as every episode
taught habits for the social forum
shouting loud and slamming doors
why should i have thought this was odd
and storming off with goods unmoored
to steal them in the name of god
flagrantly objectifying
women as the status quo
pathologically lying
to every person that you know
constantly berating fellow humans
brought so many laughs
somehow, when i tried to do it
people would then kick my ass
sneaking through my neighbor’s yard
in nothing but a ghillie suit
did not fetch the same regard
when fleeing cops in hot pursuit
still i tried to understand why
my friends cried and told their mothers
when i poked their eyes and ran
i thought that they would laugh and love it
how was i to know that vampires
were not something that existed
just imagine my surprise
that halloween i was arrested
no one told me using fire
to burn the evidence was useless
nor that sating my desires
was anything other than ruthless
pulling pranks to shame my boss
never quite had the same effect
for every time my job was lost
they branded me a derelict
the doctor didn’t find it funny
when i diagnosed his patients
and absconded with their money
just to fund my cat’s vacation
why is it that all i’d learned
would only seem to spur police
leave the general public spurned
and earn the ire of catholic priests
acting disingenuous
was all the rage on every show
but people just turned murderous
when i would use the same MO
every single trope
that had taught me the ropes
on television
have since failed me like the time
i groped her and wound up in prison
when i tried to tell the judge
“But on TV it seemed just fine!?”
he wasn’t so inclined to budge
and now i must serve all my time
the bane of capitalist systems
causes damage far and wide
kids left without supervision
so their parents can abide
to that which jesus most opposed
and though i might not be religious
much like him i don’t condone
a surrogate duly suspicious
children led by such examples
based on worlds of artifice
become far more than we can handle
with real life consequence
how can we punish the actions
fostered by our guided hand
just to furnish a distraction
so we can meet life’s demands
everyone should take a hammer
run it through their TV set
rise up in a marxist clamor
before things get darker yet
it’s not right that we associate
our sentiments with falsehood
they can’t misappropriate our lives
then try to claim “it’s all good!”

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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