oh yeah tv

Gross TV

by McCutcheon
I don't work
or function
my head is broke
I feel gross
I think I'm fucked
A skuzzy fuzzy
snowstorm buzz buzz
in my brain
of an old television
caught between the channels
you have the remote?

Beyond repair
no work man or cable guy
to help out
with the complaint
within the emission
of this idiot box prison

I feel dark pain
endless shame
nothing helps
I want out
I feel gross
I think I'm fucked
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