Television Life

I sit with my food
Left over maccaroni and cheese
With pieces of ham and beans
A casserole of sort

I'm in my mom's chair
She's not here you see
It's the most comfortable one
Naturally, it would be hers

I take hold of the remote
This one's really cool
It has a bunch of neat buttons
Most don't even work on this TV

I cruise all of the channels
It doesn't take long really
In the absense of cable TV
You go through 5 channels quickly

At eleven o'clock a.m. there's not much
Therefore, it all becomes addictive
You can't seem to turn past
All of the trash on every single channel

You got black and white Andy Griffith
The same "real life" COP show
Insanely trashy soap operas
Nothing describes Jerry Springer better than "trash"

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