Trapped in a State of YouTube
An elongated pastime.
The YouTube-verse
A never-ending vortex, a Netflix infused with Livestrong-glazed steroids
that I can’t climb out of
Logged in, on Autoplay
Laying still, idle, static
Just staring, intently
at why Ellen sucks
why some Disney movies were incestuously creepy
why the 50’s commercials were misogynistic
at a guy with a British accent yelling at his Reddit page for 10 minutes
at another British fella going all Dr. Phil on other YouTubers
Four hours and counting….
Where the hell am I?
What the hell am I doing?
Why am I still here?
Why am I not outside enjoying the fresh, windy humidity?
Why am I not downstairs enjoying the company of my family and cat?
What am I not hellbent on completing my PhD proposal?
Just a body movement away from climbing out of my futility,
and perform an act of fundamentality
But… I just can’t
I need another hit,
to stay lit
I need to remain in this pit
One more video, and I log off
One more video, and I’ll run, on a treadmill and not an Autoplay marathon
One more video, and I’ll write, worthwhile content and not a nitpicky comment
One more video, and I’ll talk, with someone besides myself and a KSI
One more video, and I’ll move from bed to couch
One more video, and I’ll shower and brush
One….just one…..
And…the next day comes, the sun climbs up, and my YouTube is still on my bedside on Autoplay
