Sleeping in on Saturday, by Jennifer Weigel

Coming at’cha every Sunday at noon Eastern Standard Time EST – here’s more creative content craziness from Jennifer Weigel…

Saturday morning is when
you’d turn the dial on the old
technicolor big box television
so a washed-up middle-aged actor
in an oversized plush mascot costume
from the bargain basement apparel depot,
that resembled a cross between a dog and a dragon
but with huge, overly boisterous, bulbous eyes
like a land-bound hammerhead shark
with a weather balloon for a body,
could tell you what the athletes
and the rock star musicians
were eating for breakfast;
then you’d beg and plead
and promise your parents that
you’d be good, you’d do your chores
without so much as a peep, and not complain
about taking the trash out or cleaning your room,
and not pester your sister or brother too terribly much –
even when they didn’t give back your secret decoder ring
or stay on their side of the back seat of the family car –
if, this one time, they would please, please, please
get the fill-in-the-blank mass-merchandised
vitamin-enriched sugar-rush cereal
so you could have the prize inside
for all that it was a piece of crap,
and your parents gave in
because peace and quiet and
sleeping in on the weekend had a cost
that was really quite expensive and involved
selling out to whatever trash they were pandering
to kids in those days in the guise of educational content
that actually seemed more like an occult recruitment fad
aimed at reviving some horrific Lovecraftian terror
to make the network executives even richer
at the expense of opening a rift in space
that then threatened to suck their kids’
eyeballs straight out of their heads
if they sat too close to the screen.

(Image features Sugar Coated Pixy Stix art made with candy and glue in digital time lapse.)