They sell a load of crap, if we’re going to be honest with ourselves,
And yet we sit there late at night before the sleeping pills
Kick in and send us into sweet oblivion,
That time when minds are racing with the worries of tomorrow;
What the boss will moan about, and what the gossips say
Around the watercooler, with their furrowed brows,
Angry at the world for no reason I can see.
And so we sit at midnight watching QVC or Ideal Home
Or yet another channel selling diamond rings and pots and pans,
Then Skechers in five colours with culottes and kaftans,
Rubbish really, but I watch because it is hypnotic to the senses
With those voices smoother than those silky sheets they sell
At 1:26am, when all the world’s asleep,
But us, the anxious and the ill will doze until the sun will rise
And suave presenters come and go, they are my friends
Who keep me company when madness grips my soul.
2 thoughts on “The tv shopping channel”
There is something almost hypnotic about those channels and those presenters, isn’t there? And even though we know they’re not selling anything we really want or need, we dull our senses looking at the jewellery, dishes, appliances, clothes, and blankets. Perhaps it’s a form of escape?
I read a book by Sophie Kinsella and the main character had anxiety and she watched shopping channels to calm herself. I tried it and it is like meditation.