The Princess in the house is married;
to the box with a screen she is wed.
‘When she presses the magic ‘ON’ button
it’s like the rest of the world is all dead.
She stares at that screen as in rapture,
absorbed in each movement and word
and if anyone round her should speak up
their words will never be heard.
She is captivated by every action
of those creatures up there on the screen
and if they should dance round in the TV
no one else can be heard or be seen.
But slowly she’s gaining the wisdom
sometimes turning away from that box.
So, one day when she turns on that TV,
it won’t be that her brain firmly locks.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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