It is four thirty
My eyes are very heavy
Why can't I pass out
Another body. Voices are with me always. Sleep is for the weak.
Technology our disease. A sure guarantee. Sleep is for the dead.
How much can I fit,
Into a haiku format?
Oh no, I'm out of
I like haikus,
Haikus are really awesome.
This isn't a haiku.
Bet's on, mate. I already made on for my novel!
The winter wind blows,
The warm poor man sells his coat,
wealthy, but now cold.
