Monophobia 4 : Insomnia

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Insomnia

My kind of folk sure relate --
Tunnel-end vision, it's all going great,
Clips and clicking,
Tick-tock and ticking,
So fond of the game I can't think straight.

We wanted a bite, but it's too late --
My phone's already on a different date;
We're betting on the bookie
For a midnight cookie,
Too fond of the life to be thinking straight.

You were warned many times but it's your fate --
You bit off too much, now chew your plate.
The night is young,
We're all high-strung,
Too deep in love to be thinking straight.
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Sorry for the last line, people with girlfriends and boyfriends and shit. This poem is about staying up late with friends, LAN gaming and snacking on junk food. What is love?