I am tired of the tiredness itself
which is even to tired to consume me,
so that I could go through the digestive system of tiredness 
and come out again,
at least those parts of me,
that the bowels of tiredness can't digest.

Tired Tiredness

Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.

What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.