Wednesday, January 2, 2013

On a Sleepless Night...

I drink my sleepy time tea,
But no sleep for me.

I lay in bed,
But can't calm my head.

I'm no longer sick,
But the night is waining quick.

Another morning on the way,
But I can't end this day.

Instead, I write crappy poetry to occupy my mind.
Crap, what rhymes with, find?

Maybe I need more tea,
That might be the key.

Or maybe a glug of vodka...
Wait, nothing rhymes with vodka...

But everything is better with vodka,
So I'll use it anyway, um, vodka.

Maybe I will read a book.