by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
While the world
went to shit
we watched TV.
The dumber
we became
the more we watched.
We laughed our
asses off
watching TV.
We escaped
to a world
of fake heroes.
We watched
in awe with
our eyes open
and our minds closed.
September 4, 2009
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