Living Room Chaos.

A small plastic shell
Just that, nothing more
Battery operated
Bought at a store

You sneak and you hide
You stay gone for days
I'm sick of you
And your cowardly ways

The channel needs changing
You're nowhere in sight
I've been searching for you
Almost half the night

The coushins know nothing
They brush off my questions
Lucky for you
I'm all out of guesses

I pace back and forth
My energy low
Where are you, you jerk?
I need to know

Week after week
You do this to me
Its driving me crazy
Why can't you see?

I'm talking to furniture
And walking in circles
I've lost my mind
My face has gone purple

But Hey-there you are!
Up high on a shelf
I can see you clearly now
You and your sly self

This is one for the books
Your best spot yet
For the shelf you perch on
Is high above my head

I look up at you
Defeat on my face
The game is done
Its the end of the chase

I swiftly turn around
Ignoring your gloats
For this time you've beat me
You stupid remote.