The following poem (written by me) was origionally titled, "TV Talk Shows = Bull Dung and Flies". I decided to shorten the title making it easier to remember. Also, the sentiment behind this poem increasingly applies to other types of television shows.
Bull Dung and Flies
By Daniel TaverneWhy do the flies gather,what is their interest in the smelly dung heap?The bull hasn’t even walked away yetbut the flies are already there.
A woman was proud of all her many divorces,A man was proud of all the children he fatheredwith many different women.And the flies were gathered around,laughing and clapping.
You may say, “There is no morality involved with fliescrawling and flying about a dung heap.“In this respect I’m frightened at the ideaof what is accepted, teaching our youngby means of mass media.
A woman was proud of all her many divorces,A man was proud of all the children he fatheredwith many different women.And the flies were gathered around,laughing and clapping.
You may say, “There is no morality involved with fliescrawling and flying about a dung heap.“In this respect I’m frightened at the ideaof what is accepted, teaching our youngby means of mass media.
And flies always gather when something decays,traditional morals and values these daysand self-righteous hostswho carry viruses to our youthare elevated and reveredas wise and intelligent,though they’re pompous and vain,so like flies they promotea speedy decay.
And the flies are crawling about;laughing and clapping making moral decaylook good in some way.That I can’t understand.
So I ask you again,why do the flies gather? What is their interestin the smelly dung heap?
If not for justifying their own meaningless existence by enjoying and reveling in the sin of others, then maybe a feeling of jealousy and envyof seeing how sensational they want their own idle lives to be.
Oh how pitiful are these flieswhen the air that they breathcould be much cleaner and fresherfar away from the bulls dung heap.
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