Caffeine dopamine can barely sustain me,
Feet firmly planted on the ground.
I'm so tired I can barely see,
I'm just hanging around.
Can I just sleep for seventy eight hours,
While everyone moves on with their day.
Rest me with the flowers,
I don't care anyway.
I'm up and over this crap,
There's too much to do today.
I just want to take a nap,
Coughing my lungs into an ashtray.
Can't I just fall into the void,
Full of existential nothings?
My sleep schedule has just been destroyed,
I'm surprised that I'm not used to these things.
YOU ARE READING
Up and Over
PoetryHere's Up and Over, a poem about how I really need to manage my sleep schedule.
