Insomniac or Addict
When I am up late in the night,
It’s a struggle to get to bed:
The glass of booze is still half full,
My phone ain’t even half way dead.
Much to tweet that’s on my mind still
And scroll or swipe: up, down, left, right.
Why should I take some sorta pill
That will make me put out the light?
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