You Must Think Me Crazy, And I Do Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Why must you sleep;
why do you tire?
My mind has sprung a leak,
my woods set on fire.
I've never dug this deep,
my mind has never been higher.
You would think I'm a freak,
but my kind are much finer.
You could think this life bleak,
but to call it such you'd be a liar.
I cannot sleep
so I perspire.
Although I seek
as time is dire
I grind my teeth;
my mind is mire.
I have peaked
although I tire,
now pudgy cheeked
let life transpire.
- Samuel Richard Leonard