It's late at night
And you're staring on the TV screen
Dull and bored
Showing the places you've never been
You want something
Most of all you want action
You're losing hope
And the hsn's drying your attention
People, your stupor is done
Here comes the Surplus Man!
Killing time for four minutes or less
No need to leave your beds, man!
Don't have to change the channel
'Cause the Surplus Man will light your Camel
All you gotta do
Is keep your eyes on the tube
He'll keep you entertained
While he basks in his stardom
Meantime, you buy him his fame
As you sink deeper into your boredom
People, your stupor is done
Here comes the Surplus Man!
Killing time for four minutes or less
No need to leave your beds, man!
YOU ARE READING
Split Sides
PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry
