Prime Ads

I’ve streamed for years, confess it’s often Prime,
and now they’ve added ads I try to miss.
I see and sense some frames, and note that time
has little changed who pays to bust my bliss:
New cars and car insurance while I piss,
but drugs with crafted names are all the rage.
The promises and warnings make me hiss,
and signify how ill and scared we age.

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