Fuzzy Contraption Sickens To No End

Written in '02.

"Fuzzy Contraption Sickens To No End"

What I can see on my T.V.
Even as a mute temporarily,
Aggravates me, whole-heartedly
To the point of homicidal tendency.

Even as a mute temporarily,
Wait; a falsity, neglected my listening of musical sounds.
Ready still, to that point of homicidal tendency
As musicians play robotically, unemotionally; like toilers plowing weedy grounds.

Yet now, a flashing portent of a complementary toy,
Aggravates me, whole-heartedly,
Advises me to get up and play the first note; whether an A or a B,
And all from what I can see on that bloody T.V.