A Moral Glitch


Insomnia is a freaking bitch,
I wish I could throw her into a ditch.
Or bury her underneath a football pitch
Insomnia is a freaking bitch.

I lie awake at three a.m.,
Sick to death of this mayhem.
My eyes won’t close, I can’t make them.
Please god, let me sleep soon, A-men.

Her words echo around my head.
For god’s sake, can’t I just go to bed?
My limbs feel like they’re made of lead
As the night continues on, ahead.

Why, Sleep, do you evade me so?
Sleep is the step on which I stub my toe.
anger hisses from me, this is a new low,
I’m inches from being crankier than Moe.

Insomnia is a freaking bitch,
To the point where I’m actually considering that ditch.
I’d tie her up in a bag with a clove-hitch
Just one momentary lapse, a moral glitch…
Insomnia is a freaking bitch.

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