I Can't Sleep - Poem by Armistead Lindsey
I think my body clock,
It's been dropped into a person,
With obligations to life at day,
And a concern for thought at night.
Who to see?
What to do in situation x?
How to solve problem y?
Add insult to injury,
Make the body a poet,
Whose brain needs emptying,
More times than a hotel bin.
Rub the salt in,
Give the body an early morning,
A job based on shifts,
Then try and settle.
I can't sleep!
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