Hey you, Ms. Model,
Behind the TV- screen,
Your pretty face looking so well,
Not one flaw to been seen,
As you smile into camera,
And claim to be human, yet you are
a little to pretty to be true,
While I am sitting on the other side,
Wishing I could be like you,
Know I'm not- even if  I tried.

Hey you, Mr Filmstar,
Behind the TV screen,
Rich and famous is what your are,
Yet not always sober and clean,
As you had another wild party night,
Wasting your wealth on diamonds bright,
Never giving anything to charity,
While I am sitting in my small flat,
Wondering what was if you were me,
And had that minimum wage instead.

Hey you, Ms. Saleswoman,
Behind the TV screen,
Sell me yet another 'can',
Tell me what I need to live my dream,
In your world, it all will be okay,
If I'm only rich enough to pay,
So many magic products you have,
Of course just to improve our lives
But it's too much, my ears go deaf,
Can't hear you pretty lies.

Hey you, Mr. Politican,
Behind the TV screen,
So many promises I hear,
But are they want they seem?
You say you want the best for me,
And that's the truth, sure it must be,
But your phrases sound so set,
And with all your smart words,
You blame others and spread hatred,
So perfidious that it hurts.

Hey you, Perfect People,
Behind the TV screen,
I don't know why your words stick to me like needles,
But you make me wanna scream.
All the time you lie to me,
Saying how I have to be,
It's been enough,
I push the button,
Switch you off,
You lost your power- I have won.

~A/N when you let me watch TV with a grumpy mindset you get this......
Anway, shout to to the amazing poet  CumulonimbusHearts! Check out their page to read some great and special pieces of poetry.
And remember to stay human ✌,
Sero 💚~