Goggle-Box

You sit there and you stare at me

As I control your mind

Come the end of a busy day

I help you to unwind

Once relegated to a corner

I now sit proudly on your walls

Your window to a wider world

And the anarchy it befalls

I tell you what to wear, what to buy, what to think

Giving you ideas on what to eat and what to drink

You congregate around me and never question why

Even when you leave me, I’m always on ‘stand-by’