two poems;
An old mock-thing like myself doesn’t get to dream too often. I should probably sleep more-that’s what you’re supposed to do. Not much to do otherwise.
I think I’ll take a nap. It’s all mock-things are good for anyways.
Though, I hate when you get those creases in your face. Gives you wrinkles when you reach my age. Makes you into some mock-thing faster.
Oh well, not like sleep will help me anyways. Or you. Or me. Or you. Or me, poor old me.
I think I’ll take a nap. It’s all mock-things are good for anyways.
Though, I hate when you get those creases in your face. Gives you wrinkles when you reach my age. Makes you into some mock-thing faster.
Oh well, not like sleep will help me anyways. Or you. Or me. Or you. Or me, poor old me.