Coming of Age of a TV Addict
How much do certain thoughts "ruin childhoods"?
Starting as a Mini Mo,
The product of Philo Farnsworth's reproductive species
Has been the sun to 9 branches of my eagerness,
Expressed in forms of entertainment
Shot out of this fizzed-out shaken can
Of Monique Mountain Dew,
Encouraging some to silence me
And others to bestow laughter upon me.
I was the caterpillar relying
On Spongebob and Teletubbies
To convince me innocence exists.
Now, I'm nowhere close to a butterfly
And hope overthinking ideas I bump into
Become the creatures manifested by Snow White's fears
That as I, too, run away from them,
This section of my book tells my coming of age.
Yet I was the cartoon-hungry munchkin
That allowed knowledge of older shows
Such as "Robot Chicken" or "Family Guy"
To be paint splattered on
And seeped into
My all-controlling brain by the age of 8.
Early exposure to the combination
Of the world's electrons
And computer animated protons
Might be a slight mistake,
Because if my eyes aren't becoming Niagara Falls
To Dora the Down Syndrome Explorer,
Spongebob as meth or lust or a tampon,
Donald PTS Duck,
A homicidal teletubby
Or Shrek being "love and life",
Without fear manifestation,
Without innocence shattering
To the ugliness of your disliking maturity,
Walter Kovacs never becomes Rorschach.
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
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