Slave or master? In the corner, winking blueish in the gloom
Shouting, laughing, killing, kissing, lifelike non-life in your room.
Parrots dancing, babies farting, endless giggles on demand
Flick a switch, see soldiers bombing, safe clean warfare all to hand.
Every evening see the families, oh how awful, gosh what fun,
He’s been kidnapped, she’s now pregnant, will she, won’t she use that gun?
Slave or master? In the corner runs your non-life every day,
Looping through the net of nothing, winding third-hand dreams your way.
Mighty screen of noise and colour, all the globe entire inside,
Awesome fount of easy knowledge – just sit back, soak up, wide-eyed.