Netflix – A poem

001TDATS001Hello, Netflix my old friend.
I’ve come to sit with you again.
Because of boredom softly creeping
And my ennui while not sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains…
If it’s available on Netflix.

With popcorn bag I watched alone
Walter White and River Song
Beneath the halo of my LCD
I sold my soul for all the TVs

As my eyes dried out while staring at the light
Throughout the night…
While watching Netflix.

In the New Releases I beheld
Yearned-for titles long withheld…
TV series seasons one through thirteen…
Superheroes superheroing…

And that one art-house film everyone must see,
Parts One through Three…
But only Two is on Netflix.

So now you build a VPN…
to bypass local restriction.

To see the shows that might reach you,
And the movies late at night meet you,
And you can fall back on Doctor Who for a spell…

…you might as well.
Because it’s all on Netflix.

And I will quite cheerfully pay
Less than ten bucks for unlimited play
So I can binge-watch until morning
The cunning scheme Heisenberg was forming

And catch up on the very latest from Westeros
From ten feet close…
Because it’s all…

…on Netflix.