Once, the worst that screen could frame
were idle dreams of fleeting fame.
A minute of abandoned dance
in TV studio the chance
of a smile or touch divine
from star of screen and magazine.
So yeah, we watched it every night
until the anthem dulled its light.
Today it lives in every hand
and now, it looks at us,
to make of each a narcissus
unless we take a stand.
But wait, there is a saving grace!
Behold, this tiny kitten’s face!
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