There is a certain peculiarity
A kid witnesses an adult
Fade and drift to a snoring bliss
As a device that blacks out
After an amount of idle minutes
And with chronic regularity
Son did not even try taking the TV remote from me
He knows he’ll be back to the clips he’s watching
As he enjoys seeing me resisting
Too weak to push back the eyelids
Poor middle aged man needs a hobby
Earned gratis,
Or a midlife crisis
Though not a great look, napping is bliss
The bar’s a low, sallow limit
He held on
Gave it all
Grip’s relinquishing control
The mixed frequencies in the spectrum
Drone a hum
To equilibrium...
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