Sleep: The Coward's Way Out

Sleep: The Coward’s Way Out.

Impending headache, empty coffee mugs,
Tell me sleep is more valuable than gold,
But I have many obligations now,
So it goes, I suppose, with getting old.

“‘But sleep scheduling is killing me now,’
He said, ‘beginning to narrate his life,

How far can I push this delirium?’”
Depraved on deprivation, hating this life.

 

The world grows dim, and sounds sound far away,
Head slumped to the side, I try to stay awake.

“His rhymes get worse, they’re sounding really cheap,”

But I have books to read, before I sleep,
And books to read, before I (yawn) sleep. 

Author's Note

A quick one cranked out in time for READING FOREVER.

Reviews

[kdarcy]

Entertaining is a good word. I think the second verse is better written, not sure about your placement of the quotes though. For a 3 am rant, not so bad. Overall, I enjoyed the concept and it brought a smile.

[Scott Mou]

This poem is quite witty, although it doesn't flow aswell as I'd like its still an entertaining poem

[Epipsychologist]

Thanks Scott. I'm thinking about editing this to rest on the ear a little softer.

[Baby Ricochet]

Sleep is a beautiful thing

[David Scott]

Born in 1990 and too old...? ha.
Yes, you need to sleep! It is the wise man's medicine. Funny.

[Epipsychologist]

Thanks David. This was one of those 3:00 AM rants. I survived midterms, though! (I think. we'll see when the grades come in).