Hello ad blocker my old friend

I've come to enable you again

Because an ad softly shouting

Left its seeds while I was watching

And the headache, that was planted in my brain... still remains

Within the sound of content

In restless dreams of unskippable ads I walked alone.

Narrow windows of portrait mode

Neath the halo of dark mode

I turned my brightness to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon ad

That split the night

And touched the sound, of content.