Caught In The Echo

Infinite scroll is nothing new,
though presently Youtube
are its greatest champions.

Commercial television first got there
sixty years ago. I remember my dad
being so impressed by the schedules
that he refused to let the set turned off,
or even acccept a change of channel.
Whatever was on when he was home
was right by him, even the adverts.

He screened us and reality out of his life
in the house, until he could get to the pub.
There his chosen family were the people he drank with.

I don't know how I survived those times,
particularly when the entertainment
was some alpha male being so alpha,
that nothing else around him mattered.

That was when the content of the screen
taught me what 'rhetorical' meant. Part of me
still feels caught in the echo of such self importance.