There it is —
At 10:49 pm —
That little two-note jingle
From the ESPN app on my phone,
The very mark of lame guy virility,
The thing that never loads,
Never posts full sentences,
.
Only pesters me
As I make my ninth step
Toward bed, when sports
Might as well be
Distended sloth fingernails
For all I care,
.
The sounds knock against
A back nook of my
Mind I
Never even knew existed and
As I haplessly attempt to achieve my bedroom
On this rainy night,
No orchestra was ever so sweet
As that two-note jingle
On the ESPN app on my phone.