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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