28: Robbing the cradle: The big picture shows me my modest place.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —

each the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and their combined morbidity.
While you — I always flatter you in long consent;
You picked up the check. That’s swell, looting prestige,

the nether handle to stronger sorrows and griefs. So we never sleep,
but exactly what the cradle requests; the place rocks.