Memoirs of a Fowl Netflix Addict

Flying through this very overcast endless maze
My very glassy eyes completely glued to the screen
Stuck in my drab, dull, monotonous dog days
My body has been running on only cheap cuisine.

The boredom and repetition of the show
Grows to be an extensive yearning for more
I scavenge through the forgotten films, like a crow
Finding endless movies that never bore.

Though I’m aware I should stop this habit,
I still fear the harsh thrust back into reality,
Will be agonizing instead of a respite
Swooping around the large clouds of actuality

Yet don’t fret, but understand I research
To give us a pretty view on a new perch.

Caroline Quill ’18

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