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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