#146 Neon Ghosts

No one watches tv anymore. We wouldn't dare.

We've got real life if we want our scare

We tell stories and tales of days gone by

Of the lost generation, of those on standby

It used to be, we would stare long into screens

It would give us laughter. It would give us screams

We'd plug ourselves in at the start of today

Put on our boots-up, and then press play

The key was never to acknowledge, of even admit

You'd lost days to a being, forced to commit

But what did that being do, with it's extra hours

What was the reach and source of its powers?

We tried to plug it up, but that made it worse

It would screeach and wail, if put in reverse

So we let it go on, stealing our time

Until we had none left to give of our prime

That was them, the standby generation

Who watched it happen without hesitation

They're gone forever, each boy woman and man

But their neon ghosts still haunt our land

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