This is a tribute for all those brave souls who courageously take on the sleep monster each day and day after day in the 8 am slot every morning against the rising waves of boring lines. This one was written in one such class just for the sake of staying awake!!
When the sleep takes over,
There's nothing one can do.
Handwriting starts to hover
And I no more have a clue!
I try and hide for cover
Or crouch behind a bro;
For when the sleep takes over,
There's little one can do.
Life becomes a pain,
As the clock ticks real slow.
Prof. looks at me in disdain,
As my head begins to bow.
Ma limbs I shake,
My eyes I blink.
But neither I stay awake,
Nor am able to think.
My eyes are freakin' red,
My ass is fuckin' sore.
All I need is a bed
And I will cease to bore.
Now, I can no more rhyme,
As am in shit so deep.
Pardon me this time,
And let me go to sleep!!!
Shailesh R Nadar.
12:50 pm, Oct5, 2009.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
