A poem about C-span

[automaticjoy]

(Okay, the story behind this one: Twas back in my highschool days (January of this year actually). At the end of my senior year, they finally offered a creative writing class. I dont usually like alot of poetry, but they made us start out by writing a bunch of it for a month or two before moving on to fiction. My teacher told us on the first day to write a poem about the most boring thing we could think of. Out of the entire class, mine was, of course, the most boring.)

Flipping through channels at 3 am
I land on C-span
Even now when I am so tired
and nearly everything is interesting..
I am bored by C-span

All I see is ugly, old, balding men
and wemon with horrid monotones
droning on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on...
I am bored by C-span

I think to myself:
'who watches this anyway?'
I wonder what regular viewers
of such bland television
would be like.
I wonder why it exists.
It certainly does not for my pleasure...
For I am bored by C-span.