Saturday, 6 April 2013
TVhead.
You are a child of TV's lies
with pound sterlings in your eyes.
Your instant coffee gets you wired,
you are a slave to your desires.
Corrupted by your sense of greed
you pile up shit that you don't need.
Consume your way to fill the void,
replace the values life destroyed.
Fake tan, fake smile, and your fake friends -
don't you just love the modern trends?
Salvation comes in powdered form:
another line and you're reborn.
Your brand new skin's designer chic.
Your top is bright, your eyes are bleak.
Your hollow neon backdropped dreams
will set the scene for midnight screams.
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I was actually thinking about doing a bit on TV. You've stolen my idea and done it back to me, you horrible boy! xoxoxoxoxox #yolo
ReplyDeleteDear Sculpture of Man,
ReplyDeleteI just want to say how much I enjoyed this poem. In fact, all of your poems really strike a chord with me. They reflect, so well, my thoughts and feelings. In fact, I feel that in a different universe, I could be in your place, writing these poems.
Yours Sincerely,
Hitler
A line by line analysis of TV Head.
ReplyDeleteYou are a child of TV's lies - as with most television sets, when they lie they tend to reproduce, and so this is just a statement of fact.
with pound sterlings in your eyes - an unfortunate genetic disorder caused by being the progeny of television and the British Mint.
Your instant coffee gets you wired - drinking instant coffee is well known to cause robots to "sprout" their wires and malfunction, so this complicates the poem as I can only assume you are a robot.
You are a slave to your desires - your desires include Norman Tebbit and Frank Bruno who have made your their personal slave; they have a rota system where Norman has you Monday-Friday, then Frank has you at the weekends, and the schedule is then rotated weekly.
Corrupted by your sense of greed - a robot that wants too much instant coffee and just won't stop with the Nescafe.
You pile up shit that you don't need - unable to use a toilet, you put your faeces in a corner. You can recycle, you know!
Consume your way to fill the void - this line doesn't make sense so I have to assume that you were malfunctioning when you wrote this. Lay off the coffee, robot!
Replace the values life destroyed - we all remember when life went on a big old rampage and destroyed everything, good on you for replacing the values with a poem.
Fake tan, fake smile and your fake friends - Ooh, surgery gone wrong! Can't have been a good look for a robot. And of course your friends are fake, they are Korean-made robots.
Don't you just love the modern trends? - No, adore them!
Salvation comes in powdered form - ah yes, you too feel the need to talc after a bath? It's so frustrating when you get sweat rash and the only thing that will do is talc. Surprised to read this considering you are made of tin.
Another line and you're reborn - Woah, headfuck! Can a robot be reborn? Or should I say, roborn? Roborn Atkin?
Your brand new skin's designer chic - I didn't know they made skin for robots, I assume you had to save up for it.
Your top is bright, your eyes are bleak - there's nothing wrong with wearing a colourful shirt - it's good to draw attention to yourself. I assume your eyes are bleak as it is well known that pound coins - a nice callback to an earlier line there - dull in colour as they change hands. Very moving.
Your hollow neon backdropped dreams - Have you been dreaming about neon again? Freud talks about how going to fish and chip shops influences our dreams and seeing the "Open" sign often seeps into them. Must be weird seeing a robot eating fish.
will set the scene for midnight screams - don't worry, it's only an "Open" sign!
A beautiful piece, I have a lot more admiration for robots than I did prior to reading this.
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