Vidiots

Mike: hey wonka if you can send chocolate buy TV can you send a person too?
Mr Wonka: i supose so, there might be some technical issues
ompa lompas: alas alas poor mike teevee, for OMG he's ADD.
Mike: you can't stop progress, i'm doing it!
Mr Wonka: err Mike, no
ompa lompas: he's like so many nowadays, it's awfully modern this malaise.
Mike: ladies and gentelmen, welcome to the Mike Teevee TV show!
ompa lompas: for every child that threw a fit, the TV set would babysit.
Mrs Teevee: Mr wonka, where is he?
Mr Wonka: i'm looking i'm looking there's so many channels.
ompa lompas: attention spans have gone pal-mal, there's only time for LOL.
Mrs Teevee: the little people are singing again, that's never a good sign
ompa lompas: they never step outside to play, their world is dark both night and day.
Mrs Teevee: he's jumping from screen to screen
Mr Wonka: i think it's called chanel hopping
ompa lompas: the skys of blue the pinks the greens, are only viewed on laptop screens.
Mrs Teevee: get him out of there!
Mike: i'm on TV, look at me look at me!
ompa lompas: their only move and exersise
Mrs Teevee; what's happened to him?
ompa lompas: their clicking finger and their thumb
Mr Wonka: he's shrunk to fit the screen
ompa lompas: each brain cell overloads and dies
Charlie: will he ever go back to normal?
ompa lompas: as all their limbs are turning numb
Mr Wonka: no-one ever goes back to normal after they've been on television.
ompa lompas: vidiots, their just vidiots
the age of innocence is gone
when certain cites are clicked upon
the images that they repeat
once in their brain you can't delete
and then like some barbaric hunt
our toddlers all are packing guns
and children curse and smoke cigars
our nursery's now have prison bars
they scream and rant and raise their fists
and fire their psychiatrists
we hear then all the teenage hords
they scream the battle cry " we're bored!"
their minds will surely turn to mush
with words that make a ex-con blush
they never mind their p's and q's
they long for piercings and tattoos!
vidiots, there just vidiots
Mr Wonka: it's years since iv'e been for a rave
ompa lompas: with all this info at a click
our book will rot upon the shelf
if all the answers come to quick
a child won't think for himself
each day they text on their new toy
their thoughts and their location
but OMG will this destroy
the art of conversation

Mr Wonka: so sing the story Mrs T
ompa lompas: what's now become of Mike Teevee?
Mrs Teevee: for wasting his entire brain
ompa lompas: he's stuck inside his own domain
Mr Wonka: he'll channel surf 'till were upon
ompa lompas; he'll find that nothing good is on
Mrs Teevee: and there is no remote control
ompa lompas: that he can use to find his sole
Mr Wonka: his secrets now are yours and mine
ompa lompas: cos everything he's got online
Mrs Teevee: and who will watch just Mike TV?
Ompa Lompas: when there is newer junk to see
Mr Wonka: what once was viral soon forgot
Mrs Teevee: but hand the clicker to his mum
Mr Wonka: his future's not completly shot
Ompa Lompas: his new address is Mike.com!
vidiots, there just vidiots
vidiots, there just vidiots
there just vidiots!