I’m currently functioning on roughly five hours of sleep due to staying up too late, so you all get this rather dull and unimpressive poem.
Not sure what I was doing here and not sure if I care right now. I’ll feel more critical about it later. Maybe.
I hope you enjoy.
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Too many hours
Or so they say
Have I been up
And quite alert
But rather still
Whilst I am awake
My body disagrees
So I am sluggish
With great desire
And so I fight
To place words
In sensible order
For the need
To create
Stupidity Hole 