I'm having what I call,
one of my insomniac nights.
I have no desire to sleep,
and I'm restless and unsatisfied.
But I've had a bad "pull day."
I've lost a lot of hair,
and my anxiety is soaring.
So I'm sitting in the dark,
wishing for a joint or
a beer.
Something to make me feel
any other way,
than this way.