You leave us with little vision,
Oh yes, you’re the Television,
Day and night my eyes I strain,
My parents say you are a pain.
All the time I squint and cry,
Gazing hard with a big eye,
Mother yells and father screams,
But everything passes as if a dream.
I want to yell at you, oh TV,
But what to do, you have my favorite, Channel V
You have so many attractive ads,
I can’t stop seeing you, Oh TV.
But if you were not invented,
It would have been better.
I would write an objection to the inventor,
To make you instead a computer.