Unable to shake off drowsiness
     iz not ease zee,
hence, as a night owl, no
     (not that you
     give a hoot) ye
may be share compatible
     (i.e. nocturnal) circadian
     rhythm with this wee

***** Weber,
     but more particularly
     one po' somnambulant,
     whose square noggin resembles
     a flat screen tee vee
actually receiving signals
     from the outer limits
     of the twilight zone

     quite clear reception,
     especially after three
     o'clock in the morning
     slightly before scree
ching roosters announce,
     the break of dawn re
lush hing, the
     poignant hush pre

     seeding the sudden
     onset of que
kin ning hullaballoo
     amidst hectic pre
dominant hustle,
     and bustle to and fro,
     hither and yon nee
sis aery frantic

     pace to maintain
     21st century
    technological light
     (reo speed wagon) rush,
     this lifestyle not for me,
hence I favor
     knuckle scraping,
     bloodied hand to mouth,

     bare subsistence
     existence my lee
ving no wiggle room
     for adverse sit tee,
thus very mindful to maintain
     laser focus key
ping astutely attentive visa
     vis discover ring je

nais sais quois,
     (the only French I know)
hee...hee...hee
     well nigh conk
     clue ding goofy
dwarfed poem (compared
     to the Iliad,
     or Odyssey), now

time to put this old
     Scottish matted
     (swiftly tailored,
     haired styled)

     puppy (i.e. me)
    to the land without  
     my wordy wizard - Doctor dre,
but alive with
     a Rob'n Zombie!