Poetry

Dream, interrupted

When your sleep is interrupted/
Your mental grows corrupted/
Your psyche starts to unhinged/
And you have thoughts of senseless revenge/
Especially for those who aren’t nocturnal/
Ones who don’t fall in with diurnal/
Unique beings with a broken circadian clock/
The beings who pass put, and sleep like a rock/
Never interrupt their sleep!/
Fore their wrath shall make you weep!/

Poetic Ice, a tired man.

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