A walking dead.

One hour after the next,

Staring into the flat, yet dancing image,

Eyes growing weary and red,

Body still and unable to move,

One hour after the next,

Watching and binging,

Every movie,

Every television show,

That has ever existed.

Except for Dharma and Greg,

Cause that was some real bad shit.

Till my body is completely still

Upon the imitation leather sofa.