Binge Brain

I binge watch my shows, full of drama and twits.

Backstabbing garbage, and ding-bat nitwits.

The next day, I’m guilty, this time-wasting urge.

My finger, my ear, my brain try to purge.

 

It creeps upon me, to my stomach, I’m sick.

My diagnosis, thinking, my brain is bulimic?

I’m OK for a time, had my full dose of,

The crap that I watch, but “Oh No,” …nervosa!

 

Grit my teeth, try real hard, no remote with a tap.

But, hey, what the heck! I’ll just catch the recap!