Mister Nielsen tunes in to the world
                weeknights at 8 p.m. EST
                (or ASAP) -
                the prime time for a glimpse of reality.

                He watches in remote closeness,
                with perfect reception,
                the grandest perception
                of channeled thoughts
                in half-hour slots
                with brief intermissions.

                In sitcoms
                of martyred moms
                with bleeding palms,
                atom bombs EXPLODE on the screen -
                a catharsis of ultra-violet emotion
                filmed before a studio audience.

                Mister Nielsen is turned off by the world -
                he's seen it all before.
                Reality drops on the ratings charts
                as anntennae probe the heavens
                awaiting a word from our sponsor.

                                                            C. L. Armbrust-Kohler