When the stimulants stop working
And all that’s left are the cold embers of your soul
Nothing to wake you up
from the stupor of a lazy day
When all you want to do
is lose yourself in the word-worlds of King and Rowling 
or pet your cats to oblivion
There is no actual point to this piece
Just a momentary distraction, a lark
So let’s just end on a happy note
Whoa, look at that G sharp smile!