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Tick-tock, tick-tock, I stare at the clock,
As insomnia wins one again.
Wide, wide awake, with no zzzz's in sight.
This vicious cycle, just won't end!

Sleeping pills are funny little things,
At least my body must think so.
For every time I swallow them down,
I'm revived, and awake I go!!

Irony is sure, a lot ironic,
What with all the medications that I take.
Most warn that widely-known 'drowsyness' thing,
Yet, here I sit, quite widely awake!!!

My bed is going to start to forget me,
Even though it's made of memory foam.
For spite, it's going to change my contours,
Because I again, left 'my side', all alone.

Why, oh why can't I just be normal,
And get even 39 of those 40 winks???
But no, for me, sleep is just too elusive.
This frickin' awake-ness frickin' stinks!!!