I have a thing at eight.

A little cash, a fancy car
Perhaps a bit of bling
It's almost disgusting
The attention that it brings

Some kind of music, at eight.

I see London; I see France
I see folks who want to dance.
(Sorry this one isn't more
But I just got through the door.)

Haiku to that effect at eight.

Such a busy week!
So many things to get done
At last, though, a set!

A very special NSFW show at eight.

For those who come from Westboro
Who violate our code of conduct,
Let's celebrate a word we know
And tell them all to go get fucked.

Approximate rhymes and such at eight.

Gods! Do I even need a theme?
I've been at this for two-plus years
Just playing songs has been my thing
Get your collective asses here.