Masked
Since I knew you’d never ask,
I got myself a sporty mask.
Not Vader-like; not one of those.
No, this is one that really blows.
They say that it will help me sleep;
I hope so, for it wasn’t cheap.
But if I cannot sleep a wink,
There’s drugs for that, or so I think.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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