Late Night TV

by Todd Outcalt

One night, restless with insomnia,

I turned the TV on and channel surfed.

For seconds at a time, I sighed and cursed

And wavered between rage and paranoia.

The preachers were a frequency of greed,

The advertisements flaunting what I lacked.

The politicians without truth or tact

Revealed that there was no one left to lead.

And other pundits to the left or right

Tossed back their parting shots and asked for me

To trust that they knew truth and liberty

And were the path to follow through the night.

At last, in seeking sleep and mental health,

I turned the damn thing off, and found myself.





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