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
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.