Twelve O' Clock Sleep
Feeling deserted and lean,
Laid on bed; rattled my nerves,
Laid on mat; ate my nerves,
Laid on sofa; kissed my nerves,
Feeling of feelings!
I slumbered on fats,
My skin with beams,
Kissing beds!
My head shrieked,
While I dozed on;
Twelve O'clock sleep.
Chuks Chidera
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