Eight o’clock,
I know where my pillow is,
It’s about to be under my head
So I can let these weary muscles rest,
My gut biome regenerate, and
A return of my sensibilities can begin.

I’m going to need it
If we go ahead and cut the cord.
You hear me XFINITY?,
I’m resting up,
“Retention department, please.”
Ford wouldn’t talk. They got dropped. Just sayin’.