Power lines can be an ugly, rotten feature of modern life. I think that, as with most things, it's about how you look at it.
On that theme, here is a poem.
Control
It's all in the preparation.
Drink all afternoon,
have a feed,
Drink 'til midnight.
Another feed.
Hit the speed.
Hit the clubs.
Home to watch sunrise.
Ecstasy.
A quiet drink,
smoke some weed.
Balance and moderation.
As with most things
in life.
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