King TV, is my shepherd, my knowledge shall wilt.
It keepeth me away from green pastures.
It leadeth me to suck on tinnies.
It destroys my soul!
It guides me in the path of sore eyes,
For it’s viewing sake.
No I will not walk through the valley for healthy exercise,
Nor will I use my brain,
For thou art with me,
Your stories and ads,
They comfort me.
I’ve prepared a table of TV dinners, chips and peanuts.
My tinnies overflow,
Surely programs and ads will be screened at me,
All the days of my life,
And I’ll sit in my chair and view you,
© Gary Ivin.