what a ridiculous
question
a poet is required
to keep watch over the night
while you sleep
my brain is a
lightning rod
capturing all bad dreams
before they get to you
my writings are a
monologue
coercing all madness
out of my system
before the dawn
there's nothing
going on while
you slumber
but i'm here
just to make sure
my fee is doritos
and a good episode
of mash
pass the sprite and
dash on to sleep
(creep)
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