Netflix and Kill

Let’s tell stories. Can we haunt each other? 
We can put a new twist on an old script;
Tale of a call center with a raw deal 
plagued with disrespect they ask why bother?
Mild manners over time have become miffed  
being asked to let it roll off is unreal;
There’s only one fix when people are dicks;
Murder always ends with them in a crypt;
Plot point has been stolen from the next reel
Blood rampage becomes a doc called ‘Netflix 
                       And Kill.’
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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DiMino Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 11:29 AM
Hold on to our minds. Also, if there is an advertisement break, if the volume jumps up, and music in the background especially, I am gone. Very interesting read. Still digesting.
Udaeta Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 12:29 PM
Thank you.
Kyser Avatar
October 13, 2022 at 5:44 PM
I imagine we've all got a few streaming services we picked up during the COVID years that we need to shed. Enjoyed the curtal sonnet - you are always using interesting forms!
Udaeta Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 10:45 AM
Oh that was brilliantly said. The metaphor you used was not lost on me. We definitely do. Service industry is not the only one abused. Thank you! I appreciate that!
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