1001 Dalmatians

I posted my one thousandth poem, And this is one thousand and one. Although I’ve not quite hit my limit, At least for today, I am done! I think I might have a few keepers But trashy ones? There’s a lot more. Perhaps I should focus on content And stop keeping track of the score. I think that’s a lot of dalmatians Or maybe it's dammits instead My sleep deprivation runs rampant But bedtime brings loathing and dread. You’re stuck with me, ‘cuz I’m a lifer. The Lord only knows just how long. It’s possible I’m out tomorrow, Or a hundred and still going strong. Right now, I just know I am tired; My eyelids are starting to droop. I bid a good night or good morning To the friends I have met at the soup!