An Ode to Ozymandias 🙌

Today marks the five year anniversary of the best television episode I have ever witnessed: Breaking Bad’'s Ozymandias.

Note: I typically use a couplet, or if I’m feeling really inspired, an alternate rhyme scheme for my stanzas. Given the intensity of the episode, I decided to use (mostly) monorhyme to mimic the pulsating heartbeat I had while watching it.

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Season 5B was Breaking Bad’s absolute apex.

Of this batch, the magnum opus? Ozymandias.

It tied many plot points together, it was seamless:

The opening scene’s pilot flashback was ingenious,

Hank’s final scene was legendary, it left me speechless,

Walt’s confession to Jesse about Jane was the meanest.

Marie’s talk at the car wash left me feeling depressed.

Walt’s barrel roll had me rolling: a needed recess!

The White family knife fight was viscerally grievous,

Walt’s motto of “We’re a family” never did mean less.

There was so much destruction, it was almost fiendish:

Seeing Jesse in captivity made me squeamish,

Walt’s call with Skyler—Heisenberg’s a goddamn genius.

It was so incredibly intense, it made me breathe less!

A perfect hour of television—simply the best!