Monday, December 3, 2007

Insomnia

The day's seem like minutes, The hours like seconds. Late night TV, Infomercial after Infomercial. Trying to sell us the same recycled products over and over again, This is all too much for my Un-restful head. The low hum of the refrigerator sounds more like a live machine gun, while the clock gives me it's evil grin, i know now that i may never sleep again...

1 comment:

Toadie said...

Heeey...there you are you crazy son of a bitch....great fuckin poem. Keep em comin!