Insomnia

Anxious anxiety angrily asking me why I don’t just go to sleep.

Over and on to me, ever the wandering close your eyes and sleep.

Still its worstening, pulse quick, trick, slick, pick bic, rip.

Into the maddening ever the saddening go the fuck to sleep.

12 hours on, still going strong, droopy eyelids already adrift.

Sleep ceasing, dreams being, nightmares still awake.

Into the after, I slather the laughter unto the crease of my brain.

Crushing and cracking, continues the racking, history come to claim.

Fuck your society and the audacity of continuing being alive;

Muck stuck crystal palace, comes up, over, malice.

Seeing the dawning over the yawning, WHY AREN’T YOU IN BED!

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