A good looking guy sits on your couch br You've been married to him for ten years br He doesn't watch football or drink any beers br br A good looking man who could be on TV br But you are obsessed with that Frigging TV br What could there be left in this for me? br br Losing every day i recall a spring fit br When my father and mother finally split br He was gone and she went to shop br My heart sank when i saw what she bought br br ANOTHER FRIGGING TV br Here i sit with nothing to gain br watching TV popcorn damage your brain br br Empty and vacuous and pretty as hell br Butt hell is where i perpetually dwell br I wish this poem could say something sweet br br But i do not worship the medium br I worship the intellect br While you watch yours flow down the river br And out to sea br Forever wondering why you have nothing interesting to say.