So these are mysterious ways
That you work in
Letting there be light
But barely it's working
So dim is the bulb
No appliances charging
It's not even worth
Turning on
As I barge in
Excited, anticipating
What it brings
To devices long dormant
In futility
And my patience wears thin
As my frame ever thinner
When darkness is all
That comprises my dinner
Why can't it flow through
Unabated in full
Surging currents
That do
What they're supposed to do
It seems simple enough
All the power lines stand
So why doesn't it reach us
Precisely as planned
Economics allow
Is it too much to ask
For it
Right ******* now?!