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Clicking the Remote
Why is there no poetry on TV?
Clicking, clicking, clicking
Who are we tricking?
Reality passing us by
And we don’t even ask why
Hundreds of realities to choose from
With the power of our mighty thumb
The OFF button we can’t find
We’re afraid to turn off our mind
If we only keep clicking
And never do any picking
Something will eventually come
And pull us out of our slum
By clicking we look for change
And it no longer seems strange
But we never find the life
That moves us beyond our strife
We strive to live and understand
With the device in our hand
While our heart grows weaker
As we’re no longer a true seeker
We have traded our hearts
For something with different parts
We seek instead with our thumb
And thus have become dumb
We used to call our heart a ticker
But traded it for a clicker
Opportunities used to be massive
But instead we opted to be passive
While our hearts and minds don’t move
We’ve fallen into a stagnant groove
Living to the same old hum
Comatose except for our thumb
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