As if it were a tap I turn it on,

not hot or cold but tepid infotainment,

and out it gushes, sparkling evidence

of conflict, misery, concupiscence

let loose on little leashes, in remissions

of eager advertising that envisions

on our behalf the better life contingent

upon some buy, some needful acquisition.

A sleek car takes a curve in purring rain,

a bone-white beach plays host to lotioned skin,

a diaper soothes a graying beauty's frown,

an unguent eases sedentary pain,

false teeth are brightened, beer enhances fun,

and rinsed hair hurls its tint across the screen:

these spurts of light are drunk in by my brain,

which sickens quickly, till it thirst again.