I Wish Mondays were Dead

I want to pass on from this daily coil
to the heavens
where Netflix never asks “if I’m still watching,”
because we both know I am
and I can access my digital wares
without worry of disconnection.
We’ll one day pass from this banality
where I am only concerned with the bottom line
and only the most basic availability
are all I can offer and all that is offered to me.
I’m exhausted, honestly, from striving to achieve the sub-par.
I’m ready for the next life
of comforter pillows and oversized pizza boxes.
There, by my tomb, we can heat up hot pockets and hope for the best.