I miss MTV,
when you could watch imagination
at play. Creativity visualising
the sounds in your head.
Visionaries would make their break,
their videos would take you away
from the monochrome view of a world
grey and bleak.
into a land of colour and light so unique.
I miss those days,
but maybe they are
better left in the fade...
We just couldn't see the
damage they would do.
Video killed the radio star,
and then the earworm grew...
Humming.
Squelching in from beyond
the darkness. Video ripped
open a way into your soul
and liquid sound poured into
the empty black hole
Singing
a dark twisted
refrain. Violence
and pain. Squirming
through your itching brain,
a rumble growling, growing, howling
inside your head, one that will sound
until the day of the dead.
The terrifying insidious grind,
sung to us through television,
we consumed like a famished hive mind.
The glum groans covered the nation.
Held in the very atoms that flowed,
surfing the soundwaves,
seamlessly infiltrating everyone.
Was this our first
instance of the hum?
Before the hum
had even truly begun.
Was it starting to run,
before it had begun to walk,
or was it messing with us for fun.
to get a taste of the mind of the human?
An Intro to a song
that would grow
and take over everyone.
When that chord
first penetrated the air,
it caught us all unaware.
Driving home the images,
ramming in the sounds.
Making us victims of this humming grind
spinning like a vinyl record, scratching the mind.
Etching the sounds
somewhere deep inside,
like earworm eggs, hum infested.
We carried on as the larvae ingested.
Back in the days of MTV
The hum was visible, you could see it coming.
But by then it was too late.
You should have already been running.
Thanks for reading
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