Nocturnal Niggles Poem by John Sensele

Every night in my bedroom I pray
For feelings of hatred to go astray
With no further ado to give scoffers love
Expecting bliss aplenty from wings of my dove
Flying my future to greater heights
Leaving behind at once sad sights
Which drag my efforts into mud
If procrastination like a comfortable cow eats its cud
While seconds, minutes and hours tick away
Prospects for which I attempt to block clocks all the way
As long as I persist in making the same mistake
Assuming asinine attitudes won't bake me a corny cake.