Lonely Saturday night

8 o'clock
Sitting on the bedroom floor
The sounds of Aretha Franklin playing loudly
On my headphones
Turn Aretha off
Turn on the TV
Find nothing interesting
Put on a movie
Maybe it will keep me
From going stir crazy
Losing interest in the movie
What a shame
What to do now?
Turn on a video game
Almost at the high score
Now I'm starting to bore
....Now my stomach is starting to roar
Down to the kitchen I go
What delight should I partake?
Wait a minute, what's this?
A piece of pound cake
Now all I need is a glass of milk to wash it down
But, when I looked in the fridge
There was no milk to be found
Rats....I don't want to go to the store
So back upstairs I go
Check my cell phone
No one called
No voicemails, no text messages
Nothing at all
I start to scratch my head
Then I say to myself, I'm just gonna go to bed
I lay in bed
I toss and turn
I turn and toss
I can't sleep
So I get out of bed to make myself some tea
Take the laptop down with me
I turn on the stove
Put some water on
Then I sit down at my laptop
and write this poem.