I’m a living, moving resource
Like an ever running racehorse
I eat, I sleep, and I breathe
In the morning
I brush my teeth and then I leave
Rush out the door
Prepping for war
That an average day brings
So I yawn my morning roar

When I’m out of my abode
I communicate in code
Not too unlike morse
But once I get started
The only way I’ll stop
Is to be tranquilised
Like a horse

My brain is fast
But my fingers are faster
Watch out now
Soon I’ll need a plaster
My fingers are chafed
They should be wrapped in a cast
So they can be built to last
And embedded with healing power
Borrowed from the past
With every passing hour
My fingers get stronger
They get longer
Like mini reinforced masts
They’re doing the conga
With the keys on the board
Surfin’ word
Along qwerty they soar
Until I get bored
I pull the cord
I switch it up
And plug in another
Then pick up a sword
Now I’m in the world of Zelda
Easy as that

My screen time is 23 hours a day
With 1 hour set aside just to smoke
This is the only time I’ll catch a sun ray
And can stare at the awe of the big ol’ oak
A tree so large and old
With roots so deep
Just thinking bout all that history
Puts me right to sleep