4 30 Am When Sheep Leap and Lay In a Heap

It's 4:30am and I can't sleep, the sheep leap and lay in a heap, told me they're tired and got shut eye, even my own mind has shunned I, lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes, it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost, across the room that never comes close, my mind protects itself from some images, probably awake cus my dreams have edges, nothing on the tele but Teleshopping, trying to sell pots pans and mops but I'm channel hopping, maybe I should count that instead of sheep to drop off, it's dark and rainy outside and there's strange noises up in the loft, I don't really care though as long as they stay there, if it's burglars it's funny cus they'll hide til all clear here, and what weirdo would brake into and burgle the attic first, a junkie on crack thinking he's superman singing Fred Durst, Limp Bizkit I want a biscuit in a whiskey, I'm tired now I've bored myself, I expect I'll sleep in a minute, this poems over matey, find something else.