An American Modern

Is television making us fat, lazy, and dumb?

An American Modern

I’d rather be wealthy than healthy.
I’d rather be lucky than wise.
Book learnin’ page turnin’ grade earnin’,
would surely be hard on my eyes.

So I choose to sit here on my sofa,
right in front of my high def. T.V.,
with a cat in my lap, watching hours of crap,
getting up on occasion to pee.

Yes I’m an American modern;
the son of a man who worked hard,
so that I could sit here with a cooler of beer,
while the dog shit piles up in my yard.

Yes, I’m an American modern,
and I live the American dream,
eating Big Mac’s and fries, while absorbing the lies,
fast becoming as dumb as I seem.