Friday, January 18, 2019

A T.V. Life by Ian Copestick


When you start to measure
Out your life, by which T.V.
Shows you watch, then you
Know that you're in trouble.
' It's 2:15 so it's Father Brown,'
Or, ' It's 4'O"Clock, it's time for
Friends.' This should tell you
That you really need to be
Doing more with your time.

Life is short, although at times
It doesn't feel it, and planning
Your days by the T.V Times,
Really isn't how you should be
Spending it.
Get outside, take a look at the
Sky, the trees and all of the
Other cool things. Breathe the
Fresh air, while it's still there.
Because the way things are
Going, that stuff won't be
There much longer. On the
News the other day, it said that
In London, the pollution's so
Toxic it killed a little girl.
But, if it wasn't for T.V., I never
Would've known that, and
Tomorrow they're showing
Reruns of Quincy.








Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash.

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