An Anti-Ode To Insomnia:
Oh Insomnia, how you glorify yourself
in the twinkling midnight hours;
how heavy is your presence,
like a teenage pregnancy.
Oh Insomnia, like a whisper in the night,
gentle yet foreboding.
Fuck your shit.
Fuck your mom. Fuck your brothers. Fuck your sister.
Fucking gets stabbed.
Everyone hates you. You piece of fucking shit.
Go die in a hole.
Oh I have such a way with words. Everyone, it’s okay, let your cheeks flush, feel the mighty power of my eloquent words.
It’s 3:32 a.m. And for about the fourteenth day in a row, I’ve gotten less than a few hours of sleep. A phone call woke me from a peaceful slumber on the couch at work, and I stumbled into the office with a cat following on my heels. It followed me as I plopped back on the couch and crawled underneath my legs, never to be seen again, because it didn’t exist. Too bad, I could have used a cat whose purr could lull me to sleep tonight, real or not, I don’t fucking discriminate. In this day and age, in this fucking country (U.S.A), what is the point of discrimination anymore?
Real, Fake, Fat, skinny, black, white, brown, orange, yellow, small dick, big dick, ugly, beautiful, I could care less anymore. Just let me sleep.