Jerry, you were it
when I was in college
Jayme and I
watched faithfully
continually dumbfounded by
the daily trailer truths
you uncovered
we watched
jaw-dropped
every Tuesday Thursday
between
Mass Comm and
Soc of the Family
we debated Steve’s max
bench press and we
marveled at your
continued shock
your always sincere
surprise
as breasts were bared
chairs were thrown
paternity revealed
all to the repetitious
cheering of your
name
for an hour each week
Oprah was ashamed
Chicago was Rome
Studio 12 was the Coliseum
and we became our own lions
feeding on each other
I don’t watch anymore Jerry
I’d love to say
it’s because I’m more
mature now and no longer
subscribe to your low brand
of entertainment
but Jerry
the truth is
and what troubles me
in times of boredom
is I don’t watch anymore
because
my jaw won’t drop
I’m no longer shocked
by the violence and betrayals
the degradation and humiliation
I’ve seen it all too many times before
and it makes me feel
nothing
and Jerry, I know you
want us to take care of ourselves
and each other, but Jerry
I think you left us hollow
my final thought for
today’s show
is my generation may now
be dead inside
numb
barren
lions gnawing on bone
3/24/2006 SFO > Burbank BACK