Tired

My eyelids droop

And it feels like my head

May fall off my neck any second.

My fingers strain to type

A line is just too much to ask

But I push anyway

Because I have this feeling

Like I MUST write.

Just swam a couple laps

Two and a half hours ago

And it's finally catching up to me.

So if I fall asleep at the keyboard

Don't shout.

Just let me be

In my happy place.

The only thing keeping me awake

Is the peice of dastardly pizza

Stuck in my braces.

And I pick at it with my tounge

And then I feel around with my fingers

And it's so convenient

That that particular side of my mouth

Hurts at each touch.

And...

And...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

The End

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