The Square Tube

      Step right up folks!

      To a  world of scrambled brain escapes and soured chitlin burials
           A place where only the apathetic and lonely dwell
                And the Sterns and Springers play Powerball with your glazed eyes

     Where we can wander aimlessly across its deserts for years
          Looking for the enigmatic oasis of survival
               So that body and soul can quench its thirst with QVC and Infomercials

     Lures us to inactivity where cells lie dormant and synapse ceases
          Promises us a reality that has but drunkenness to offer
               Loads us on the assembly line of closed arteries and intellectual atrophy

     Ah, the square tube

     Momentary life for the pretenders
          Never ending opiates for the masses
               And inevitable lethargy for everyone

      "But wait!  There's more.!  Call us today and..."