Here I sit on my couch,
the soothing sound of the dryer going
curtains dancing in the heavenly breeze.
Happy I am to have the windows open so,
the air conditioning (hopefully) on a days-long siesta
that will magically make electric bill lesser.
For once, there’s no sound but for said dryer
and soon-to-turn leaves rustling in the wind.
It’s a perfect day to be inspired …
… if I wasn’t waiting for The Cable Guy.
Each time inspiration hits,
I’m almost forget Comcast is coming.
To fix the cable and Internet
they so kindly charge me a lot for.
As I listen to the birds chirp,
cars drive by, and
I wonder, “Do I really need TV?”
With writing and
– wait the Internet just crashed
For real, when I was writing this stanza
I lived so long without it,
10 years, in fact, no doubt,
but now, how do I break up?
With “Wilfred,” the return of “Always Sunny,” with “Jerseylicious”
(which I unabashedly find myself craving)?
And there’s the rub.
Comcast, I hate you so,
but need you almost as much.