Tried pills and apps and green potions
To banish your disease: nocturnal imagination.
They would not work in this caffeinated world
So you remained in bed, twisted and curled.
But I found the cure, I suffer no more.
Wish I had known this secret before.
Live alone; run a zoo of dogs and cats
You’ll be dozing ’til morning like those wise bats.
Nocturnal Imagination
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