Today is a manic Monday,
only, today is really Tuesday.
I have been awake,
with no time for rest,
for a solid twenty-four hours.
When I crash, and come down,
it's gonna hurt.
But I seem to have no say.
What will be, will be,
until tomorrow.
The doc, will surely help me.
Whatever the case,
whatever she says,
whatever....
whatever, again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem