Sneaky Sandman

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A poem of defiance and submission, with tongue in cheek.

Submitted: December 09, 2016

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Submitted: December 09, 2016

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The Sandman comes, about 11 p.m..,

And rains on my parade of waking time.

It's not that I do not want to sleep a little.

It just seems that sleep is such a crime.

 

The things that I could do instead of sleeping:

(a) I might paint the house and even the garage.

(b) I could wash the car and mow both the lawns.

(c) I could work-out at the gym, or get a massage.

 

True, in darkness, is not the best time to paint

And the gym and masseuse is closed at night.

If I wash the car, it would be spotted in the morning.

And if I started up the mower, I'd end up in a fight.

 

So I sit at the computer to pass some time away,

Or "Like" some stuff on Face-Book that I choose.

The Sandman would never sprinkle sand

If I never, ever, watched the evening news.

 

12-08-2016


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