On wings of downy feathers,

Of cotton balls in brains,

Of sluggish underthought,

And not a single refrain,

A mind deprived so heavily,

Of time to rest and be,

Undulating gently,

In the dream neurological sea,

It weighs upon the senses,

It takes up space,

A common affliction,

For the whole damn human race,

We all find our vices,

For sleep is what we lack,

Cigars keep us going,

Until that heart attack.

A triple espresso downed,

May not save our soul,

But for a day at least,

It’ll let us continue this roll,

Across the unflinching,

This society so bare,

Of beds for sleeping,

And of rest and sleep care.

If we must sacrifice anything,

We always choose rest.

Just ask any student,

Who has to study for another,

Goddamn American education test.

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Special thanks to: Bob Gerkin, Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd. 

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