I’m sleepy, you’re sleepy.
We want to rest our heads
On pillows of fake feathers
On man-made plastic beds,
To cover up our bodies
With decorative textile sheets,
To halt electric lumination
And slow down our heartbeats.
We want our minds to wander
In the land of peaceful dreams
Until we gently are awakened
By sunlight’s gentle beams.
And so we go through the motions
To finally go to sleep,
We close our eyes a moment
And then our phone goes beep…
The Daily Travesty 