National Electronic Greetings Day

The sensor told you when I walked in the room.

And you lit those phosnourescent bulbs to the fullest of blooms.

But I’ve been sitting here cutting cable for so long.

That you must have thought I exited with the scurrying throng.

So I’ll sit and wait out the next wave of cramps.

And use my phone’s screen as a temporary lamp.

And when the next patron stumbles in and lights up the room.

He’ll exit just as quickly at the sound of my rectal boom.