Nights can be my enemy
I don't sleep that well
A curse with little benefit
It can be a living hell
My mind it won't take a rest
Always poking me awake
Would not think that possible
With all the pills I take.
Some actually for sleep
All legal and prescribed
Some for other maladies,
I have not described
The real cure is tried and true
And legal in my state
Yet not in my facility
The rules they can dictate.
I guess you know the cure I mean
I've given you a clue
The munchies are a part of it
But that is nothing new.