A Poem About Being Awake Without Enough Sleep

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.

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

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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