There aren't enough outlets
I've checked the nook
I've checked the office
I have, of all places, checked
The garage
There aren't enough outlets
I AM BRIMMING
******* brimming, I tell you
With all sorts of brilliant

Electronics.

You said the drugs showed you ****
**** you didn't want to see
My phone is apparently abstinent
One of those nights
Where I played with the idea of
Slumber
I saw the jagged edges
Of your silver lining
Painted you black
Every ******* color
Mingling and singing
And *******
You were *******
I was ******* tired
What ironic timing
For you to have
Your wisdom teeth removed