Whenever I’m awake at night
Not able to go to sleep
I’ll sneak outside so quietly
Without making a peep
And head off to the landfill
Where old car parts fill a ditch
And I snuggle up with a Michelin,
Bridgestone, or BFGoodrich.
You may just think I’m sleezy,
Like my brain somehow misfired,
But it’s the only way I know
To get really good and tired.
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There was some smashing,
Some twisting and spitting,
Some moaning and throbbing,
And the eating of a peep.
I lay on my back and
The sheets got all sweaty
But now I’m all comfy
And ready for sleep.
Coffee and tea
With my good friend Cindy.
Coffee and cake
With my other friend Jake.
Coffee and porn
With my buddy Bjorn.
Coffee and grub
At the insomniac’s club.
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