I take my seat upon the couch
and hit the power buttons.
Blue-hued light washes over me
in beautiful cascading ignorance.
I mindlessly flip through channels,
briefly stopping to look at cars.
And cheeseburgers.
And movies.
And Bowflex.
And lawyers.
And jewelry.
And petfood.
And starving african children.
And starving animals.
And cellphones.
And service providers.
And medications.
And disorders.
And maladys.
And sales.
And beautiful people modeling clothing I will never wear.
And stores I won't ever shop at.
And lives I'll never live,
only dream of.
Because commercials are now more entertaining
and more relatable than the shows between them.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
I take my seat upon the couch
and hit the power buttons.
Blue-hued light washes over me
in beautiful cascading ignorance.
I mindlessly flip through channels,
briefly stopping to look at cars.
And cheeseburgers.
And movies.
And Bowflex.
And lawyers.
And jewelry.
And petfood.
And starving african children.
And starving animals.
And cellphones.
And service providers.
And medications.
And disorders.
And maladys.
And sales.
And beautiful people modeling clothing I will never wear.
And stores I won't ever shop at.
And lives I'll never live,
only dream of.
Because commercials are now more entertaining
and more relatable than the shows between them.
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