It’s 11:23pm,
I’m tired and I’m stressed
But I don’t want to sleep just yet,
So Hello! My metaphorical writing desk.

My dog is right beside me
He’s been sleeping in my bed
He’s smelling a little odd,
I wish he’s sleep farther from my head.

My dresser’s really messy,
Filled with books I have no time to read
I don’t let my sibling take them though,
Is that a kind of greed?

My parents think I’m sleeping,
But this happens every night
I think I can stay up late
But in the morning I’m a fright.

I have a project due in two days time,
And I’m barely halfway done,
But schoolwork bores me to no end,
I’d rather have some fun.

This poem had no point at all,
It’s really time I got some rest...

Of course, I’m not gonna sleep
But I will sign off

Goodnight, my metaphorical writing desk.