Odd Tim Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Odd timing

Woke up wide awake it was two in the morning
thought of having a whisky to get back to sleep
but since it was after twelve.
The thought of gin led me to reflect on
Hogarth and his satirical paintings.
No sleeping pills, but they are addictive.
Two o'clock in the only a time to make the night longer
like insipid Tuesday, who is only there to fill up
the numbers, seven days a week.
Brooding this, I unwillingly fell asleep and woke up at nine.