| Hello ad blocker my old friend I've come to enable you again Because an ad softly shouting Left its seeds while I was watching And the headache, that was planted in my brain... still remains Within the sound of content In restless dreams of unskippable ads I walked alone. Narrow windows of portrait mode Neath the halo of dark mode I turned my brightness to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon ad That split the night And touched the sound, of content. |