Ode to the Television Remote
Electronic box with so much power. Small,
but mighty. Crutch of lives since 1955.
How easy you are to miss place.
No arms, no legs, and no wings, but
you still seem to disappear often.
How useless we are without you.
Controller of frequency and acoustics.
Power to illuminate and extinguish.
All power diminishes with the removal
of two objects. How useless you become.
Enabler of idleness, stagnation, and inertness.
Unique to each device, controller of only
one device. Magical, mysterious, baffling.
Millions produced, loved by all owners.
Ruler of the living room. Whoever has
possession of you takes a position of
authority. Those without are vulnerable.
You go with the screen like peanut butter
and jelly. Paired together forever.
Responsible for hours of entertainment.
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