may 19th

a poem about trying not to watch big brother



i know i say this every year
but this time i am steering clear
of big brother
i know that every other
series i have started with good intent
i certainly never meant
to sit and stare in wonderment
and wonder where the wonder went
we dont care for the spectacular we only want a spectacle
to react reactionarily - to pretend we have a practical
impact on exactly what we're seeing on our tv
its like when childrens bbc replaced jackanory
with ill fated series "whats your story"
a week long weak drama written by phone in commitee
fronted i think by sylvester mccoy who
used to be doctor who

but maybe im wrong or just getting confused
the point is they dont make tv shows like they used to
just set up, point a camera and get out
like an infinite beadles about
and a dull one at that
the box boxes us in like schoedringers cat
if we look we're finished - if we dont we only might be
i can resist for days on end but im captured by the nightly
live feed as im failing flailingly to be dreaming
did somebody fill my veins with coffee with no cream in
my body needs inertia but cant quite fill my brain in
i'm paralysed with "meh" and in need of entertaining
it wont be long til theyre people not just shapes
and then probably merely seconds til theyre objects of my hate
big brother - i'm not bothered, but show something moronic
and i'll soon be addicted to pouring scorn upon it