I am fuzzy and glowing. I give you perceptions.

Whatever you see, you swallow immediately

Twisted by greed and conformity.

I am not true, only convenient -

The tongue of a devil, seductive.

Most of the time I shout unopposed,

Crowding the ears of the house’s inhabitants.

It’s part of their reality, this noise.

To have me quiet would shatter their silence.

Now I am a thief. A child peers into me

Searching my wastes for what life really is

Good guys, Bad Guys

Cartoons, and Commercials.

All full of violence/happy endings.

And the moral of the story?

The child rewards me handsomely

By branding the brand names on his chest.

I am important to him. In a world of absent parents

I am his hero.

In me he has drowned reality, and in me consumerism

Surrounds him day after day, like a terrible lie.