The dang thing dings
someone’s sent a text
Now I have to look each time
to see just who was next,
The dang thing dings
It wakes me in the morn
Ignore it and go back to sleep
and yet – I’m always torn,
What if it’s important
I think I better see –
Now I’m up and scrolling through
nope, it’s not for me.
Today I’ll tweak the volume
with my hammer and brute force
I’ll mute the dings, and stop the things
that wake me up, of course.
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