I sat on my couch
With a heavy, long sigh
And reached for the remote
On a table nearby.
With the click of a button
& blinding white light
The TV turned on
& prepared for a long night.
A bold red “N” on the screen
Then my name appeared
Under a menu with thousands of shows
That offered entertainment for years.
I began to scroll through
The shows that were shown
Everyone I had seen
At least once or twice though.
My clicks became desperate
Eyes searching like hawks
To find one show
That I had not watched.
With every new show that I found
My brain just said
“It’s probably not good,
You’re better off just going to bed.”
With a sigh of defeat
I turned off all the lights
My thirst unquenched
Just like every late night.
Fulmore
8th