Don’t Worry: None Of This Crap Is True (Except the Punchline)

My bones ache,

My pores burn,

My very innards

Are a’ churn.

Exhaustion sets

My hair ablaze.

I do approach

The end of days.

I’m dehydrated

As I ask you

Why wouldn’t I

Stay up ’til 2:00?

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