I shall have to make do (with video tape)

The creatures I desire
Are well beyond my reach
Most reside behind the dull grey
Of the television tube
As though a vacuum
The room feels empty
When I switch it off
I attempted to recreate modern life
In the guise of artificial media
It never worked
The people I desire
Are real
Yet fictitious
Every one is a Marilyn
Every one stolen by demaggio
The statistics state quite realistically
That I shall never meet them
This reality is harsh
But real enough
For me to realise
I shall have to make do
With video tape.