Sunday, January 25, 2009

Mind Numb, Can't Think

No good instincts

Time's passed, must post

Although I'm toast

Just go to bed

(That's what he said)

Thought waves un-tuned

It's justa flesh wound

No big deal, mate

Just my tired state

Over and out

Don't cry, don't pout

Read this quite slow

That's how you'll know

How it should go

The rhyme works though

It's like a clock

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Syllables each

Like broken speech

Must be sep' rate

Then it works great

Really, trust me

Go back, you'll see

Read it again

When you're done then

I'll be asleep

Not one more peep

Star light, moonbeams

Goodnight, sweet dreams

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