ADHD TV
With apologies to Jake from State Farm

Commercials happen so fast I can’t keep up — I get burned out and short-circuited, and I find myself repeating what Elsie the Cow said
I even dream of the characters in my sleep — Dilly Dilly, I say — Hello, is this Jake from State Farm — what’s in your wallet?
I know Jake wears khakis, and is not having an affair with my wife, but I can’t get his choirboy image out of my collective consciousness
Commercials roll like dice on a craps table, a spinning roulette wheel, a ticker-tape parade bouncing off my cerebellum with a dozen pinballs
My world has become a big advertisement, dollar signs and hard-to-pronounce medications — and giant, juicy hamburgers by a guy with an enormous head
Insurance policies, infomercials— people with forced smiles, whose face cream cures wrinkles and makes your pimples disappear in less than two hours
Is it bullshit? Am I the one with a delusion? Is it true what they say — a sucker is born every minute — and if I buy a brand-new Mercedes will it change my life completely?
It’s ADHD TV, and it makes you bipolar — a happy commercial, followed by a sad one — should I have sympathy for starving children or should I get the Rolex that can cure all my troubles?
Would buying a Pepsi get me more friends? Are bubbles that refreshing? Or will I get cancer from it, and die in a horrible state of depression?
Commercials — stop harassing me, forget about hooking me up to a C-PAP I don’t want to buy that pricey Peloton bike and have a spinning instructor yell at me — I’d rather be fat, bald, and out of shape than get a Tom Brady hair transplant.
© 2022 Mark Tulin
Thanks, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), for the writing prompt: advertisements, promotions, etc.
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