There's gonna be a war...
Between the easy sleepers
and the insomniacs..

Easy sleepers..
Falling asleep in their Snoodies and such..
While the insomniacs create great machines all night
then come home to their alkaline children
with the smell of heavy solder
saturated in their hair and skin..

Chilled liquid mercury
over a couple of
eighteen month old matured batteries..
The breakfast of the future..
The breakfast of champions..

The easy sleepers
quietly give in to their fate..
They are fireflies in the dawn

Then...With the yawn of the hippos breath
and the smash of the apes bone hammer...
In a flash... they are gone!