Off The Grid

Let’s both go off the grid tonight:
Unplug the dog, turn out the light,
Wrap foil ’round our private parts
And mime until the madness starts.
They always find us in the end,
But ’til they do, we’ll just pretend
There’s only you and only me.
(And if the cat reboots, that’s three.)
We’ll never tell the things we did
The night we both went off the grid.

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Silliness is good
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