Snoozeville
I wouldn’t spend so long a-bed
If my dreams didn’t bore me so –
But I wake-up with a weary head,
As I sense their dullness go.
What trite is my mind assembling
In its gaudy world of fake ?,
That is clear not worth remem’bring,
’Cept for a disappointing ache.
Rhyming Couplets 