To Click

The following poem is something I wrote about 18 years ago.  Hope you like it.

To Click

To click or not to click, that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
These banal advertisements between trances
Or to bring to bear the remote control,
And then, by bearing, end them.  To change, to switch
Once more, and by switching we say we end
The yearning, and the thousand credit checks
Such yearning brings.  'Tis a condemnation
Of our peace of mind to lend ear to such fiends!
To change, perchance to miss, ay there's the rub,
For in changing channels, what might be missed
If our eyes are not steady upon it?
They give up pause--There's the respect
That makes hatred of so long pauses:
For who can sit through such pauses and not
Think?  And then, upon the realization
That we have nothing to think about, bring the
Truth of the situation fully to bear.
Being forced to think and original thought
Is a cross to be forced on no man,
Be he doctor, lawyer, or writer.
And in such case, pointedly writers.
An original thought by a penman
Would surely spell the doom of all we know
And once again we would be plunged into
A world with no advertisements and no choice
Whether to click or not to click.
I, as myself, choose then to click
And in clicking avoid thinking.
For in so doing save myself from the
Ravages of infernal original
Thought--And in so doing, save my progeny
The torture of forced original thought.
So, Prometheus, seek not to enter
My home in the guise of ads.