Tired 2 0r 2 Tired
Tired 2 0r 2 Tired
There’s another hole
My right foot has sympathetically
Decided to leach me out of
Going down, disaffiliating, deflation of the day
Forgive me, eleven hours non-stop
Leaves me numb in the head
I won !
Isn’t that wonderful……………… huh what !
Yes, thank you……………………………….so much
Two coffee cups make me jitter
But don’t stop me sleepily
…………………………………………..uh… what was that; sorry ? !
Playing this slow Tangerine Dream music doesn’t help
Three shots of vodka even less
I need a pick me up
Or someone to pick me up
And put me to bed
Tuck me in and sing me a lullaby
I want to be snooky ookums cuddled drowsily
And plugged the holes in my feet
With giant pillows
Do I really need the extra money ?
Tomorrow threatens to work on me with extra-considered vigour
Gee thanks for that mañnana
Thick eyes my bleary vision sticks
As I melt into a pool of snoring dreams
Propped on my elbows staring blankly at this screen
Give it up
Save the page
Close the window
Go
To
Bed
……………………………………………uh …. Sorry …. What was that ? !
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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