The Remote Control

The remote control in the hands of our dad
is like rendering a final decree.
For he now has claimed complete control
of what everybody sees.
He’s the ruler of the airways.
He has absolute command.
He determines channel destiny
and dictates the demand.
He surfs the cable networks,
as he rides the power crest.
Shifts through the sea of stations
to see what’s on the next.
We all become hypnotized.
The set becomes a blur
as he whizzes through each channel
like some transcendental tour.
Our brains become numb,
but there’s no sense in complaining,
for he finds our frustration
is the part that’s entertaining.

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