I Fought My Pillow
Mind not at rest
I toss and turn
as the moon and stars burn
I get up, look through the window
I go back, I fluff the pillow
I am frustrated, i just cant sleep
i blame my pillow, so I give it a beat
I grab it and give it a choke hold
Then I pound it, stuffed it into a hole.
I toss it to the floor
Gave it a body slam, it got tore.
I lifted it and punched it in the gut
For not making me sleep as much
I tossed it across the room
By then the pillow knew it was doom
I grabbed it and summoned hell fire
My pillow was now deflated, almost expired
I was tired and weary from the pillow ordeal.
But it was a battle, feather against steel.
I had knocked the stuffings out that guy
And like a wimp my pillow was, just laid their and cried
My mind was settled, now my meditation saw jumping sheep
I dragged my self to bed, and i was sound asleep.
© 2019 Clive Williams