One Boring Summers Eve

One boring summers eve, it was time to try a little TV.

I flicked off the light, turned on the tube to enjoy a show. Little did I know the raster from the set would drive me insane, like a jet climbing to miss a flagpole sticking out of a towers head. So instead, I flattened the damn set!

Then I tried a little herbal, self-medication to sooth my pain. The kind that makes the soul run wild; like when you blow by the cops with the detector left unset, and now you’re under arrest. Oh yes, that sort of mess.

TV, it’s sudden death!

The TV by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

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