Sleep is overrated, you don’t get anything done;
It’s a shame we have to sleep, when down goes the sun.
You’re tired, and your bed is near;
Too bad your neighbors, are having sex in your ear.
You lie in bed, thoughts running through your head;
Try to get up, your feet are made of lead.
You need to sleep, ’cause your batteries are weak;
Grabbing 40 winks, gives you a tweak.
You get to bed, and grab your pillow;
Kids outside, whippin’ their hair like Willow.
Your hand under the pillow, you think of the cat;
Pulling it out, you now know where it shat.
Finally get to sleep, and off to dreamland;
You’re the naked leader, of a Marching Band.
Your dreams are strange, they make you think;
You wonder, did your Marching Band stink?
You wake up wrong, for work you’re late;
Your boss marks it down, on your slate.
Never enough rest, you’re tired all the time;
A few winks right now, would be sublime.
You think you’ll go sleep, the boss will never catch you;
If you’re lucky, you can snooze until two.
Fired in a second, caught taking a nap today;
Better go work, on your resume’.
Until next time, be safe and have a chill day.