I have a horrible addiction,

At times painful affliction.

And what I’m hooked on is worse than crack,

One small dose and you can never go back.

When I’m under it’s powers,

My world becomes all flowers.

This is the reality my addiction will make,

What is real, is really fake.

My eyes become all a-glaze,

My existence is all in a haze.

My pupils become dilated,

My mind becomes violated.

Some say that my addiction is bad,

But I say, hey man, it’s totally rad.

It is always within my sight.

Those around me say what I do is boring,

Screw them, my state of mind is soaring.

I sit there all day, paraphernalia in hand,

I sit there all day, a whole universe at my command.

And to my addiction I must pray.

The world becomes nothing but me,

And the Son of God, my TV.