You zap with the remote; the box ignites
To show the temple of a talk-show queen
Whose loving fans explain their sexual plights
To voyeuristic millions. Zap. The screen
Shows a makeover show, where wistful frights
Are glossed with a more fashionable sheen
That will not last; hard life will soon restore
A surface dismal as their inner core.

Zap. Now you see the world's sincerest face
Above a suit of the sincerest blue,
Explaining how sweet Jesus' special grace
Gives you you a chance to send him cash. Zap. Two
Smart women speak of how the human race
Could reap enormous blessings from the new
Astrology. Zap. Now "The Diet Show".
Maybe there's better on the video.