My Poetry. Counting Sheep.

I cannot sleep 
wide awake
let me go
For goodness’s sake.
I toss and turn
like a restless dog
the wheels have stopped
With a broken cog.
My mind is active
it never stops
like thieves and robbers
Being chased by cops!
Try counting sheep
got to the end
this restless night
it will depend.
Go have a drink
to settle your mind
think of happy things
Try to be kind.
Eventually you fall
into a deep sound sleep
But what time was it?
You did not keep!
Up in the morning
still, dead tired
so to you my dear brain

 you are FIRED.
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