Portrait of the Sleep Deprived - again.

Portrait of the Sleep Deprived - again.

look into these bloodshot eyes
a portrait of the sleep deprived

no coffee for the sleep obsessed
no peace they find until they rest

no night can quell my inner light
which stays awake without a fight

for once, i wish i'd just mildew
into the shadows that you drew

i can't write poetry to save my life
but i'd sell my poetry for your wife

your wife is hot and i'm alone
i'd give your hottie wife a bone