At night I feel I never get any sleep
Real late at night, my thoughts don't make a peep
I feel I'm sick without remedy
From the top to my lower extremities

But it's okay because I'm not that weak
When I write these words to read they speak
Trying to reach a world beyond that
Like a drunk with a lean, you can call me cocked back

Loaded, already acknowledging I need a following
So I spit up these words instead of swallowing

These poems and my pride, I want to let it all show
I'm restless at night because I've been ready to go
Hoping the words in my vocabulary start to grow
But keep it simple stupid has always been my motto

I need to borrow a spoonful of sanity to keep away the vanity
and sustain my humanity I might just use profanity

But Nah, **** it, two tears in a bucket