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You Want To Watch This Torture?


Televison has gotten so bad recently that it's really hard to believe

I am so sick to death of seeing so many programs of reality TV

It really doesn't matter what show it is, it's all different shades of the same

Overindulgent and aggresive people throwing themselves out there with no shame

Your success was the perfect storm of  a lot of different elements coming together

And for us from that day on, it has been nothing but stormy weather

You go after each other on your shows with so much venom and malice

I guess that is what you have to do when you don't have any talent

You all know how to market and sell your brand

But your empire is not etched in stone, it's only scratched in sand

I wish a big wave could come along and wash all of you people away

But there is enough people out there that will make sure you are here to stay

Your success in the entertainment industry really boggles my mind

You just give it to us the same way, time after time 

I have never seen  any of  you once try to reinvnet yourselves

I have seen more creativity and ingenuity in a child that is twelve

What do you need writers for, why bother even writing a script?

You will make things up as you go along, hell, you will just wing it

There is no need to have a crew to build a set, you will just use your enormous house

If you need to shoot on location, you will just take over some unfortuante town

I don't mean to sound old, out of touch and bitter

But television was so much better when we still had Carroll O'Connor and John Ritter

I am not the least bit interested in watching a show about a matriarch and her daughters

I dont't understand why You Want To Watch This Torture?

From Rhymes With A Reason 
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Paul Ryerson

I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise

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PersonalThemeAbstract

Personal critique of reality TV; grounded in autobiographical frustration, not abstract philosophy.

SparseMeasureDense

Multiple ideas per 10 lines; rapid complaints, examples, and criticisms stacked densely throughout.

DarkSentimentBright

Strongly negative; sustained anger, disgust, contempt toward reality TV and its stars.

StillEnergyExplosive

Aggressive tone, emphatic complaints, rhetorical questions; passionate but not explosive delivery.

MicroLengthEpic

Approximately 35-40 lines; falls in 31-60 range, substantial but not book-length.

PlainFigurativeOrnamented

Some metaphors (stormy weather, scratched in sand, wave), personification; mostly declarative complaint.

LyricVoiceDramatic

Pure lyric internal voice; first-person emotional expression with no dramatic persona or narrative framing.

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