Battery Junkies My food My music, soul My light My warmth My life Our existence All inside a tiny box. Go through the doors Eight little universes Time stops The sun goes out And everyone is deaf When the red eye goes to sleep. Blood type double A They keep going till we stop Lazarus was rechargeable And I am not. We are the battery junkies Desperate for a fix In need of just a little bit more To play the games Light the way And change the channel. Carolyn M. Camman