I am writing this in a half light
As my lights are three forty five dimmed
My phone is flickering in the background
Everybody seems to have an opinion
But none of these have the weight to count
I feel that this feed is rather trite
And ignore the comfort it brings
In an hour I will don a coat
And stroll along our beach
With my pet lobster
As it likes to visit the sea
At least twice a week
This is my reality