Dossier (Doze Heir)about This Sleepy Head Poem by Matthew Harris

Unable to shake off drowsiness
iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
(not that you
give a hoot)ye
may be share compatible
(i.e. nocturnal)circadian
rhythm with this wee

Willy Weber,
but more particularly
one po' somnambulant,
whose square noggin resembles
a flat screen tee vee
actually receiving signals
from the outer limits
of the twilight zone

quite clear reception,
especially after three
o'clock in the morning
slightly before scree
ching roosters announce,
the break of dawn re
lush hing, the
poignant hush pre

seeding the sudden
onset of que
kin ning hullaballoo
amidst hectic pre
dominant hustle,
and bustle to and fro,
hither and yon nee
sis aery frantic

pace to maintain
21st century
technological light
(reo speed wagon)rush,
this lifestyle not for me,
hence I favor
knuckle scraping,
bloodied hand to mouth,

bare subsistence
existence my lee
ving no wiggle room
for adverse sit tee,
thus very mindful to maintain
laser focus key
ping astutely attentive visa
vis discover ring je

nais sais quois,
(the only French I know)
hee...hee...hee
well nigh conk
clue ding goofy
dwarfed poem (compared
to the Iliad,
or Odyssey) , now

time to put this old
Scottish matted
(swiftly tailored,
haired styled)

puppy (i.e. me)
to the land without
my wordy wizard - Doctor dre,
but alive with
a Rob'n Zombie!