Spoon (November)

Sometimes I may as well be N. He travels so many K whether it’s SMTWTF or S, then back. Friends text RUOK. They abbreviate to save time, while N’s lost the strength to finish words, city big zero O, emptiness that cannot say Y. XXXX, expletes an innocent bystander. People merge. Politician A could be B. Celebrity C may as well be D, probably is. November shrivels to N. Home at last his EPNS spoons sugar into T. It rests like Q in the cup, with no answers. O! U2 could be N, words not ending, early to bed, zzzzzzz…