Up at Three—not a pretty sight!!
They say the older you get the less sleep you need.
I’m here to tell you that they are WRONG whoever THEY ARE.
It is a bald faced LIE.
Those THEY’s need a good bitch slapping
and I know just the person to do the job.
No thinking about it or talking it over--just a grim reaper.
That’s what you get when you mess
with a crazy person—two shots directly
into the brain—no questions
no dilly dallying
just cold hard steel
right between the eyes
and then I’ll go work in my garden,
start a compost pile.
Don’t you love fertilizer?
The flowers love it
I can hear them screaming now
pile it on—we’re starving here!!
And by the way--Have you ever heard of this other element—it’s called WATER!!!
We don’t have any feet or THUMBS,
so if you could just
pay us some attention
we will show you
something nice to look at
tomorrow morning,
when you are still awake
and NOT SLEEPING!!
Oh, yeah! I love this poem! Well said. And I love the way you blend into the second half of it.
ReplyDeleteGreat job!