Metaphorical

I'm all out of dreams 
they are the same reruns night after night 
like some lame cosmic cable channel 
Lucy stuffing her mouth with chocolates 
Barney fumbling to put his one bullet in the gun 
my tubes and transistors have reached their max 
I guess the creative juices have only so many years 
of bouncing around in your dna 
until one day they meet again at the end of the strand 
then your ability to decipher turns to mush 
Katy Perry songs start sounding good 
and politicians make sense 
I spend 15 minutes choosing toilet paper at Walmart 
so get a final glimpse of the poet that once was 
before he begins crying at Hallmark cards

bad cable