Reflections of an Abbot

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Wide Awake

It's two-thirty,
Still wide awake.
I sit here
Dead wasted.
Got smoke in one hand,
Glass'a beer in the other.
Mozart's on the player,
But I still can't sleep.

Awake for three days,
My head's spinning.
I can taste gut juice in my mouth,
I'd just love to drop dead and sleep now...

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