TV Gotcha Now

Educated one.

You of refinement
And know-how.
Cultured
Erudite.
Or should I say
Savoir-faire.

I ran with you
In the nineties
From Woodstock Road
To The Strand
And in the lovely Lanes.

Oh, how you despised
Television.

TV.
The – what was it –
Opiate of the masses?
You – we –
Were so much better
We didn’t have
TVs.

OK
If we did
It was a tiny
Portable thing
Maybe even
Black and white
And stored in a cupboard
In case of events
Of significant magnitude

Books
You said.
Broadsheets.
Cafés and culture
Theatre, cinema
And nightclubs

TV?
You laughed
Plebsville
A life wasted.

But brother,
My sister
Ain’t it the truth that
TV Gotcha Now.

It changed
It
Outsmarted
You
It did a little side shimmy
and changed its form
Tablet
Mobile
Social.

Ah.

TV’s gotcha hooked like drugs
Now.
Everywhere you go
You got TV
The channels have
Morphed
Shape-shifted;
FaceboodTwitterYouTubeInstagramVine
New Channels
New TV
And you can’t escape

In your cosy little cafés
You’ve got TV
In your bookshops.
In your theatres and cinemas
You must be told
To turn off your TV

Yes my friend
TV gotcha now
TV gotcha bad.

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