I
hate you
© 1964 by Jim Andris
I hate you.
Tell me what we're going to do.
Every time you come in sight
And look at me, I feel like fighting.
We're all through.
You hate me
With a hate that even children can see.
Smiles that once with sex were powered
Now reveal that you're a coward.
Set me free.
When we started out together,
Troubles parted for me,
And whether you knew it or not,
I was prepared to marry you,
But now I'd like to bury you,
And all I can say
Is wait for the day
You fall down.
I hope I'm there to harden the ground.
Future's growing mighty thin.
As people say, it's sink or swim.
I hope you drown.
I hate TV
© 1982 by Jim Andris
I hate TV,
And I hate what it is doing to me.
It's just fine, the way I'm smelling;
They can keep the junk they're selling.
Don't you agree?
And I hate the news.
It's so negative, it gives you the blues.
All those politicians lying,
Cars careening, people dying,
Don't it make you feel used?
And in the daytime there are forty two soap operas to watch
Whether you like it or not.
You see the grossest human facts,
So you can be just like the actors
There on the screen
Who live in a dream.
And I hate prime time—
Filled with artificial laughter and crime.
People all across the nation,
Let's get into conversation
Instead of this slime.
I hate TV,
And I hate the late-night movies I see.
I don't share my living room
With creatures from the black lagoon
Even when they are free.
And I hate football—
The kind you're s'posed to watch in the fall.
All they do is hit each other;
I prefer to hug my brother
Let's put a stop to it all.
When they invented television, they regaled us with tales
About the good things it could do.
But business now has got control;
The writers all have sold their souls
And all I can say
Is wait for the day.
The networks go broke.
I hope I'm there to laugh at the joke.
If you want to do some real good,
Use your TV sets for firewood
Before we all choke!
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