Enough! Give a Hoot .. Don’t Pollute.. Drag your carcass out of there. You’re gathering dust .. your joints are rust.. Get off your derriere. You only talk when the telephone squawks And your buddy’s are on the line. In between … it’s the TV screen That occupies your mind. No time for chores … as NASCAR roars Or Tiger swings away During the news … you have your snooze Resting up from your strenuous day. Your fingers still twitch … and continue to switch Channels as you snore through the day The Remote you hold tight and try as I might I can’t pry the darn thing away. It might sound gruff … but I’ve had enough The solution is no mystery … Clean up your act ... or it’s a fact … Your Dish will be History! ©Sharon Langan April 24, 2001 |