"Nothing gets done
If you're uselessly exhausted
Drop the words, drop the thoughts
Drop what won't let you sleep
Ridiculous problems, fantastic ideas
No one reads them, no one solves them, no one should
Buck up, suck up, **** up
Like the rest of the world
Who made their beds
And lie in them without complaining
Buck up, suck up, **** up
And stop your incessant whining
Take off your useless satin
Your useless lace
Put on the sturdy cotton
The practical polyester
And forget the distracting dreams
That you never expected were real
Until they were past waking to
Go to sleep
This is your life
And I'm not going to let you wake up."
Guess what?
I'm already awake.
YOU ARE READING
bedtime habits
RandomThis was meant to be a single poem. But there seems to be more coming.