By Khakjaan Wessington
The television is haunted
With saints and demons.
We worship personalities
And then networks
And then simply brands.
They say television is insidious,
That it destroys minds,
Families and so forth.
What nonsense!
Who has time to drive to church anymore?
Pizza is delivered.
So is religion.
Who says television kills?
Who calls it the idiot machine?
I say it saves. Jay Leno saved
NBC millions and millions are saved
By his monologues. I don't know how
But they still tune-in.
The North Star was once a brand.
Just because sailors used it in metaphor
Doesn't mean it didn't guide a ship northward.
Conan O'Brien has all the fun I want to have,
So I don't watch his show.
Jay Leno should have fun,
But loves comedy as accountants love.
They laugh at our sins.
They are our sins.
They've made sin irrelevant.
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