One more misstep oughtta do it.
And here you thought I was
but a misprint in the textbook of eternity.
I’ll admit that what I emit nocturnally
has no bearing on our situation,
but neither does your dawn regurgitation.
Besides, it’s long been established
that dialing it back a few notches
is barely an option. I guess the next
feeding frenzy will be phoned in at best.
Waiting for my headrest to fail,
clarity assails me softly.