Gerald Bosacher, A Monster Lives In That Box</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=10.htm>Gerald Bosacher </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>A Monster Lives In That Box</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Our enemy dwells in a box<br>to vileness dispense with dread eloquence<br>from glass house just begging for rocks. <br>So what does our nemesis say<br>with ions that glisten and beg you to listen<br>while whisking your wellness away.<br>With pigments from phosphors that paints<br>bright icon selection for strangers's election<br>without a forum for our complaints. <br>We harvest its fruits of hate<br>brewed in that orchard, evangelists nurtured,<br>depicting the apple Eve ate <br>Literate skills our children need,<br>neglected and despised because they're hynotized<br>by Tee Vee ads they need not read. <br>The family will dine while they watch<br>their prized athlete, in public compete<br>while scratching their butt or their crotch. <br>Or see blood spray like April rain<br>so fight tableaus all seem like butcher shop dream,<br>dulling our hearts to grief and pain.<br>Producers of each TV show<br>need worthless shows axed and each killing taxed<br>so viewers might more kindly grow.</b></font></p><hr color=0000ca size=3></blockquote></blockquote><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>