On go cartoons, the mindless drivel.
With hopes it distracts me, just a little.
From the swerling verse inside my head.
The thoughts that leaving me wishing I was dead.
The characters irrelevant, the stories repetitive.
Tomfoolery and mindless violence, my legal sedative.
And as the early hours near, and I contemplate tomorrow,
The presence of The Belcher Family, instantly numbs my sorrow.
And then the brighteners of the orange, from Futurama logo,
Is tantalisingly more appealing than South Park, that's a no go.
And sometimes to switch it up a little, i watch Homer drink at Moe's,
Or appreciate the talent of Seth McFarlane and that spin off show.
It doesn't matter much, which of the shows are on,
Just that there voices catch me, before I'm to far gone.
Lost in my mind, these cartoons have the power,
And with the 24/7 stream, I can watch whatever the hour.
- Author: DD. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 21st, 2018 22:17
- Comment from author about the poem: I often have Cartoons on when I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m writing or working, (as I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m writing this and was writing this piece, i was listening to The Simpsons) or just when I can\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t seem to switch my brain off. Even if its just the background noise, they tend to ground me as strange as that may sound.\\\\r\\\\n
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