Twenty o’clock

She says:
lets speak in hexadecimal.
So we tango like a Fibonacci
and count from naught to nine.

All at twenty o’clock in the morning.

I say:
throw me a Manchester band.
And we pogo along
to IQ Zero.

All at twenty o’clock in the morning.

He says:
Keep the noise down I’m trying to sleep.
So we mime a pirouette
to the sounds of silence.

All at twenty o’clock in the morning.

God says:
All this scratching is making me itch.
So we stop what we’re doing
and we get down on our knees.


All at twenty o’clock in the morning.


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