Poetry

So Very Tired (#955)

Holy crap I’m so tired,
I’d prefer to be a tad bit wired,
My eyelids weigh a ton,
Not good when you’re under the gun,
No chance for sleep to renew,
My eyes will have to settle for tape and glue,
Across the face, I could use a slap,
Or behind me an ear-piercing clap,
My brain is enveloped by a cloud,
Entombed in a thoughtless shroud,
Oh, for goodness’ sake,
I must stay awake!

Any Thoughts?

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