Computer screens at night don’t sleep.
The IT class full of optical beep.
Flashes of light of many different hue,
Red ones more common than green or blue.
I don’t know why this is done,
Or why they wait till there’s no sun.
Maybe it’s easier to see in the dark,
A bit like talking is better in a park.
Maybe they talk about their hard day,
Of all the users that spat their way.
Someone nice who scrubbed one stain,
For a screen being dirty is like tooth pain.
Or maybe they sing their silent songs,
A melody of color just where it belongs.