Idiot Box

Before, it was the child of Gravity,
Whose pull would soar each night at 10 p.m.
To yoke the teens, grown-ups, and elderly
For 30 Rock, their sunlight, roots, and stem.
Its reign tailed off when innovation drained
Its power and bestowed on human hands
A palm-sized thing where all the world's contained,
And now, atop some cabinet, it stands.
A showpiece? No. But as defined by R,
My aunt: It plays a noise exuder's role
When silence mars her home just like a scar
(Some romcom, fully cranked up, meets the goal)—
Much like a trouper versatile and skilled,
Performing in a drama hall unfilled.