It relaxes me, and many others,
But to some; it does nothing but shudders
Their spines all the wrong way,
Whereas, I pleasantly tingle all through the day.
I pay my attention to these new saints,
The ASMR babes with their many paints,
Though painting their pictures with soothing sound,
So, that for a moment; my worries are underground.
Thus, a role-playing game will begin,
Where I become quiet, and these angels sing,
To put on accents, don different forms,
Giving birth to a tranquil wondrous warmth.
Hence, if I fancy a third eye alignment,
TirarADeguello is on assignment,
This mad doctor puts me under a spell,
Ensuring that for now, all is well.
Perhaps, a “haircut” I may desire,
Thus, the lovely Lucy tends to fire,
Stoking, stroking and snipping with flair,
A creative calm breath of fresh air.
Or maybe a trip away; could ease my pain,
Either it be on track or on an aeroplane,
Let customary sounds play on and on,
With no ads of course, or else the peace is gone.
In such a harsh time, it’s important to rest,
We’ve got to keep our strength, to continue; to invest,
Our time into life, to keep our dreams alive,
Thus, if you can’t sleep; why not give this a try.
Therefore, ASMRtists, I give you a vote of thanks,
For filling in resplendently, all my restless blanks,
So, that sometimes; I can escape the loudness of the real,
To be away from politics; that makes my heart congeal.