i want to smash my telephone
unplug the voices
turn off the chatter
disconnect myself from
the noise the chaos the urgent intrusion
i want to shoot my television
assassinate the propaganda
the slander the gossip the hate
that permeates my living room
like a poison fog
quickly, pull the trigger now
no more nightmare network
i want to tear down my mailbox
no more final notices free offers credit pre-approved!
return to sender, all of it
no such person at this address
i want to turn off the lights
crawl back into bed
go back to sleep
and dream of a quiet place
where nothing else exists
but you