Lethargy eats my memory up
I'm weary and teary
My thoughts have corrupted
Whilst countries have fallen
I tire of swollen, eyelids
Are down by my chin
Any sleep is a punishable sin
An obsession with slumber
Slow and bleary, my head
Cucumber slices upon my eyes
Waking up, constant dread sets
Inside my dreams I sleep
And nap and creep and kip
Such is the continuing drip feed
Minutes of winks I collect
A scrap-book of sleep
By my bed, I am beat
The crisp clean sheets
My pillow covets the cover
Sleep my jilted lover
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