maximum resonance
I swore to myself I’d have
no more panic attacks
inside this lonesome tube
all kinds of drums
banging sporadically
and very much out of sync
you keep changing it up
with queer infrequency
just to keep me off my toes
no doubt
what if I fall asleep I say
by all means do try she says
but just don’t snore too loud
I’ve got a job to do
yeah right
how am I supposed to nod off
with all this racket going on
overpowering my greatest hits
you allegedly started piping in
you kept me yours much longer
than you promised you would
and by the time you finally
pulled me out
I hadn’t changed at all
february two thousand nineteen
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