Monday, 13 August 2007

A poem about exhaustion

I could pass out right now
Would anyone mind?
I'll find a quiet spot in the corner
And not bother anyone, I swear.
Can someone find me a pillow?
And maybe a blanket, too.
I'll just be over here.
Wake me if the world is ending.
I don't wanna miss that.
Or if the royal family drops by for tea.
But not Prince Charles.
Nighty-night. Or afternoon - either way.
I'll see you guys in a bit,
When I'm done dreaming of electric sheep
And heavy-duty shears.

Mokalus of Borg

PS - I think we all feel like curling up to sleep sometimes.
PPS - I know I do.

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