groggy

Good morning, everyone. I am tired today. New poem though! I hope you like it. Oh! I did see a guy who looked exactly like Jeffrey Dahmer. May have been his ghost. Who knows! There’s my funny little anecdote for today. Without further ado…

Sick in the head,

but not as you think;

Tired, foggy, heavy and glum.

Perhaps from me it could be washed

with all those contents of a bottle of rum.

Tired heads bring tired eyes

and so forth pour those tired lies

from upturned lips that sink so down,

once a smile

and now a frown.

Wear a mask

and make your task,

feel it though:

The bite

of an asp.

This one’s going to make you last.