Insomnia 2 Poem by Charles Hancock

It is warm for a late October night
And the moon isn't very bright
Laying in bed listening to the fan drone
Thankful that I'm not laying here alone

The digital clock with numbers glowing red
Is just a twelve inches from my head
So even without my glasses, I can see
When it's time to return to the bourgeoisie

Insomnia is such a horrible plight
In a few minutes it'll be midnight
Soon, another day of perpetual routine
With copious amounts of caffeine

Oh, if I could only win the lottery
Yet it's not like I live in poverty
But still it would be nice to get ahead
Before the day comes that I drop dead

Still, in things that matter, I'm a rich man
I just need to continue to follow God's plan
He has provided me with more than I need
And my salvation though the Son is guaranteed