I warned you over and over not to do it
your blatant disregard for someone else
it was never in my nature to lose my cool
you knew exactly what you were doing
wasting the clock pretending to help out
tried as I might you ignored my request
instantly you pushed me over the edge
only able to see the most violent of red
any ounce or rational thought obliterated
I warned you politely and loudly pleaded
all I wanted was to be able to do my job
loud, proud, and filled with arrogance
maybe table all of the passive-aggressive
I will always get up and defend myself
Notoriety led to my Netflix documentary
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.’
Many times I’ll watch a show,
Enough to say I’d binge.
Gone away, my mind will go,
And slowly off the hinge.
Watch enough, the show will lend,
An accent to my voice.
What that is, it will depend,
Upon my viewing choice.
Southern drawl or British twang,
Perhaps a little latin.
Simulating mobster slang,
Like I’m from Manhattan.
When I drive, I double take,
At what could be revealed.
Dragons flying by a lake,
Or zombies in a field.
Doctor shows make me believe,
That I should be one too.
Conversations interweave,
A surgeons point of view.
So I have to rearrange,
My mind to what I know.
For my brain can often change,
When binging on a show.
Where Lucy was right
and Gods we spite
when squids were game
and happinesswassquashed
The gem a bit is queen
of strangness never caught
if i have died
you weren't in my thoughts
see i broke a dimension back there
was i talking to you
or was i talking to me a me to follow
sea a note to follow pulled stretched skin
oh mist of Whisky spitltled drizzle
take me to the land of your everaporations
now tell me thats not a line
dancing hand in hand with disappearing
disintergrate before the iron dies-
now this is for geeks it could be about
Chaplins Greatest death
or my thoughts on globes swarming
Money at its
hi
establish i mean't ever rather than eva
9 lines back i wouldn't look
i've been watching he did
don't checque please
are you sure cheque
pleas
did he mean
glow ball warning
i know i am watching
him write it down
but i keep reading
watching the show
but never see its ending
My couch is excited to be of use
I devour graham crackers and drink my juice
Unfortunately my cousin is on the loose
Hiding in kitchen next to my fuse
Couch points out she is drinking my booze.
I pay her to leave, give her a deuce.
Now alone with couch, to greatly amuse
Love affair with TV’s Netflix. What shall I choose?
Down with the Kid's
Netflix and Chill
Be still my beating Heart
Press play to start the Romance
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
It's obsessive Compulsive
An addiction For fiction
A need I must feed
To clot the bleed
I feen for intensity
Of searching for clarity
In an enchanting mystery
The opposite to reality
The house becomes still
Not a soul to entertain
It's time for my meal
Everyday it's the same
A short piece of music
A cosmetic aesthetic
The very reason they use it
To stir my fetish
It's an intense venom
Paired with tachycardia
Slow metabolism
Is how it'll get ya
Suspense induced paralysis
Excluding sticky fingers
My personal analysis
Lethargy lingers
So I keep coming back
Escaping my existence
I'm hooked like crack
Doomed to be defenseless
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