To sleep...or not to sleep? I can't tell if I'm awake or falling asleep, and I am unable to count the fabled sheep. Twisty eye tricks simply make my head ache, and thoughts of growing darkness makes my whole body shake.
I shouldn't have drank that soda, oops; I really don't want to wake up with the poops.
I don't think any of this makes real sense,
But I'm posting it anyway, because stupid poetry is my best defense.
This is what happens when I'm online late at night.
I'm so sorry to have exposed you to the horrors of my slap happy brain.
Meow.
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