Microplastic Brain

I awaken to Alexa playing some AI version of an old Beatles song. Seems to me the new version is even better than the original. Instinctively, I grab my IPhone to check my messages, scan the latest news and comment on a few of my fave poets' latest posts. My smart coffee maker alerts me that my morning fuel is ready. Ahhh, the day always feels more alive after the first sip. Next, I turn on the telly and catch the weather forecast for today. Ugh! Seventy-five and sunny. Springtime came way to fast. Those annoying robins out back keep making a racket, reminding me it's time to mow the grass, tend my garden, wash the windows. No thanks. Too much like work. Think I'll go the the mall instead, do some window shopping, stop at the 7 Eleven on the way back and grab myself some Busch beer. That's the good stuff, yessir. As usual they'll ask me if I want paper or plastic. Like I'd ever choose paper, duh! Me and Mr. Busch will then spend the rest of the day binging on old Baywatch reruns. Gotta keep the brain stimulated. After a delicious Swanson frozen dinner I'll spend the rest of the evening on social media. Heck, I might even write a poem before retiring. Lastly, I'll ask Alexa to crank up my Calm app so I can fall asleep. I got way too much on my mind of late. Fosho. life in slow motion too much plastic to the head wake me on Tuesday