Crouching Sofa, Hidden Remote
Culprit Philosophy our kids behold
Media shuns us into our cold world
Therapeutic weapons couldn’t wrestle them all and
The broken lids, Therapeutic guns penetrate
Their anti-establishment walls, which crawl
With love shattered kids
You’re so close yet so far, holding that football
You’re so great at sport…
I’m here standing hollow
If media, say hello to a leash
Those words hoping you will not swallow
If upon you take my words I dub a release
So shave away your unhappiness
You’ll find it on your cell-phone, TV, your radio, and your CD’s,
And Fumble into an age where happiness comes from within and being of service