I Fought My Pillow

Cold sweats

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.