To flip or not to flip- the channel-- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous commercials,
Or, to take up the Remote against a sea of ads
and by muting, end them, to die, to sleep-
No more Flo, no more Geckos, to say we end
The schlock of a thousand unnatural messages
That TV errs to-- 'tis a consummation
Devotees, addicts to be sure. To watch, to flip--
To sleep, perchance to nod off. Ay, there's the rub
For in the sleep, the images of sex and violence may come,
When we have shuffled off this coaxial coil,
The messages never pause. No respect, no respect I tell ya'
That makes calamity of a TV-viewing life.
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