Crock pot turned on
seitan stew simmering away
I realize I’m a few episodes shy
of finishing Bojack Horseman
the sinister cackle of a ringing phone
shatters my peace.
I hesitate as I recognize the caller
and know the purpose
invitation to Goldberg shindig no less
but I’m looking in the fridge
at a few cans of beer
and a pepperoni stick
Do I really need to venture out?
Do I really need to impress women
that have no interest in me?
Do I really need to drink
to the point of vomiting?
I can forego my own vomit
and revel in the human
of a cartoon horse destroying his liver
It seems like a good deal to me
Seems like the TV might win again
and I’ll become a cliché
Binge watching Bojack Horseman
with Seitan stew and
a couple cans of brew
I’ll miss out on all the noise
but I’ll get a good night sleep
spare my liver another day