To play a Movie or Not play a Movie? That is the question— Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The playback and fast forward of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And, by remote click, end it. To click, to play— No More—and by “play” to say we end The heartache, and the thousand ridiculous schlocks TV shows aired, too—‘tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To play, To exercise— To exercise—or eat icecream.
Ay, there’s the rub, For in that exercise of death, six pack abs may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal workouts, Must take a pause. There’s the commercials That makes us insane in those stupid ads. For who would bear the chips and popcorns of time, Th’ Viagra commercial, Tide fabric softener, Stupid Pro active promos, Girlish songs by Justin Bieber, When he himself might peace and quiet make With a simple “off” button? Who would farters bear,
Who Grunt and sweat under an exhausting life, But that the dread of something in “real life”, The discovered country from whose bourn Travelers pay taxes, puzzles the money And makes us rather bear the money we have Then work for Mcdonald’s and fly to others that we know not of? Thus cheeseburgers makes cowards of us all, And thus thousand lines of French fries is the solution. With this regard comfy sofas make us stay And sit till our asses are numb.