In those days our only lamp Was the halogen: blasting Its kilowatt at the ceiling Night after night after night,
Spicing the average evening With the tang of smoked moth. Avoid the orbit curve, kids, The cycle of home and return:
Its end is in the tube. We Also rolled our double zero. When the bulb broke the room Was black with powdered glass.
They banned the indoor Speer. Earth switched to green coils. Moths are safe. Men and women Wilt and resemble their corpses.
Creditors call, looking for you.
[UR is preempted due to a vicious stomach bug. Regular service will return next week.]