Poem; Sleep Typing

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A hidden danger!

Submitted: October 21, 2013

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The following poem/story should be taken with not just a grain, but about a 10-pound bag of salt!

 

You've heard of sleepwalking, sure,

but sleep typing?  Probably not,

but I'm here to tell you that it's very

real, for I'm the proof; you still

say 'bullshit!'?  Well, then you tell me

what you'd call it when you read something

old that has your name on it, but doesn't look

familiar to you at all?  Well, I'm waiting!  

I'm not a trained anything, but it seems

to be an affliction that strikes when I write,

or, more accurately, attempt  to pen

something humorous; oh, it's humorous all

right, in the sad, pathetic way that drunk people

are, after about 42 beers at the tavern,

when they slur out a 'joke', and you're

trying to think of some, no, make that any

excuse to get away from them

Well, it's humorous like that; as in it's not,

and lately, it seems I must be sleep typing, a lot!


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