Broken Sword Publications LLC

I murdered my television with a twelve-gauge shotgun and
called it a sacrifice
I called it justice and then
someone called the police
after a few days of questioning and solitary confinement
they let me go
with the promise that I would
purchase another television set
and I did
bigger, better, more expensive than the last
with high definition and surround sound
I fell to my knees in divine worship
because no matter how many times I kill the fucking thing
I always crawl back to it on my knees
picking up the pieces and
begging for more programming as
I plug myself back in

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