Your TV

by reginadee2014


Your TV

Regina Puckett


You don’t like the color of dawn

Shades of pink make you yawn

A little bored with your life

You need a little more strife

Just turn on the morning news

Let the killings turn pinks into blues

Nothing good is ever said

Only a daily tally of the dead

With perfect hair and smiles

They’ll rely the devil’s wiles

So sip your coffee and see

Life bleed out through your tv