How dastardly a devil to creep up like this
When I most need energy, he only persists
To make my eyelids turn an ash-worn gray
In hopes that I’ll see the end of today
Though tomorrow rears its anxious head
I want to tell it to go find a bed
For now I shall see what I’m made of
Pardon me for thinking sleep a waste of time
A life spent catching z’s is one of rot
Seems the other 25 letters I forgot
Guess I will just lay here on my cot
And tell myself, I need sleep
And let my soul by death be reaped
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