Falling asleep in front of the television

Two hours? Too long. Too much to bear
	Of sapid bites of brick.
No mouthing laughs before your time.
	At home is bread. Not here.

No scene will bring a better view,
	No click of finger’s push.
No magic light in genie’s hand.
	Inhale the life you have!

It’s time for shows that mean a lot.
	Not ballyhoo or bacon rind
Or stupid dreams. But golden words
	That lift and chase away our fears.

My picture was all wrong. So daft!
	My breath it made me dizzy mad!
I fell asleep and dreamed of cakes
	With jam so sweet I cried for more.