You cannot control me or even change me.

Plant thoughts in my mental hub, advertising them as if they’re my own.

Tune into my daily channels seeing what you can make a series regular, prime time or rather a mockery of my day-to-day existence.

Send your bullshit across my airwaves adjusting my antenna.

Do I look like TV Guide?

Who gave you access to my ratings?

Who made you my critic?

I cannot be bought and your yearly net won’t work.