Insomnapoet
Writing little rhymes such as this - there's little more as swell.
But a chore on this noggin, if you can't rightly tell.
I couldn't sleep a wink
the night my brain began to think,
"I can buy all the meds I desperately need, when these poems start to sell!"
NOTE: Far-fetched, but a man can dream.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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