Complexities exceed my grasp when down
With fever or with crappiness. Though I
Did start with Dan Deronda, in my gown
And robe, to make the lonely hours fly,
I didn't grasp it fully, I suspect,
And soon restorted to much simpler fare.
The Planet of the Apes seemed quite perfect,
Campy, with many sequels and a share
Of faux profundity. Alas, Netflix,
Hath only the first streaming. I have found
A way around this; meanwhile for my fix
Where else but Heavy Metal was I bound?
I am not over proud, but so it is:
When ill I soon devolve into, well, this.