The carpet smells funny
The AC's a joke
It grinds and it wheezes
The drapes smell like smoke
The sheets, cheap and scratchy
The blankets are pilling
I so need to sleep, but
My eyelids aren't willing
The trucks on the highway
Make windowpanes rattle
And upstairs it sounds like
A Civil War battle
The people are screaming
The furniture's moving
Are they fighting, or is it
Something else that they're doing?
I've finally dropped off
Then, MY GOD! What's the matter?
The bedside alarm goes off like a bomb!
Some joker has tuned it to in-between-stations
Then turned up the volume to an ear-splitting wail
And set it for ten minutes into my slumber
The obnoxious jerk should be rotting in jail
And I should be home, sawing some lumber
Instead I'm stuck here, with my brain getting number
As I try to count sheep; there they go, nose to tail
Then AGAIN with the clock-alarm blasting at me!
I'd only hit "snooze" in my stark desperation
I turn on the light, but my sleep deprivation
Renders me null to suss the combination
That will silence the thing; so in my frustration
I rip out the plug, realizing too late
That I could have just turned the volume way down
If ever I have to stay again in this town
I might as well sleep on a sewer grate!
Photo: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-in-gray-long-sleeves-lying-on-a-bed-6951529/
