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!
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
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Comments4
That is quite funny.
Thanks! I appreciate your comment.
Delightful.
Thank you Augustus! I had fun with that one.
Fuuny
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