No Perchance to Dream

Now I lay me down to sleep Alone upon these empty sheets Of paper lying on the bed Side table clock says 5 a.m. Oh dark of night, I beg thee stay Keep the morning light at bay Oh dusk beloved! Oh dawn be damned! Me pull the curtains tight again And only this I have to show These tries at rhymes Turned tales of woe: Of sticky socks On stinky feet Sit ankle bones Prop broken knees ‘Neath pasty thighs With muscle pains Crooked back And shhit for brains Tired eyes must take their rest so Leave behind this manifesto For the rights Of righteous minds To get their forty-winks, sublime Después de la fiesta While they take la siesta Sun sets low On the horizon But lo, the sun set also rises O’er every heart and soul supine Crouched behind their window blinds Who heave a sigh At yet another Evening pass without a slumber All perchance to dream is lost so As tonight is now tomorrow: That is all And with that said I take me self to bed again