Help. My T. V. Watches me. It doesn’t see much drama, My wife and I don’t fight. And yet my T. V. Watches me Almost every single night. I turn it on to watch the soaps, I turn it on to watch the dopes, I turn it on to watch people climb ropes. And yet for all my shows, That dumb T.V. is watching me, But I don't think it knows.
Help! My T.V. is watching me. Now I'm more concerned. I left it on the stand, I don't think it can move, do you think it can? It's not where it was before, but now it's in the kitchen. With my cup of coffee, looking out at the pigeons.
HELP! MY T.V. IS BECOMING ME. NONE OF MY FAMILY WILL LISTEN, THEY ALL GATHER ROUND, LISTENING TO ITS MAGIC SOUNDS, HYPNOTIZED BY ITS GLITZEN. WHAT'S THAT? MY SON NOW CALLS IT DAD?! WHAT AM I TO DO! I MUST DESTROY THIS SQUARE CAD, TONIGHT, LATE I MIGHT, NO I WILL UNDO!
help. my t.v. became me, as i can see the family round, he shows them shows, as he acts and flows, and sounds off like a clown. and where am i? where do i fit? and what has become of me? i am now held prisoner here, inside of this t.v.