Make me a sandwich
And sing me to sleep
I’m a little hungry
And a whole lot of tired

Blank is a bitch
And I can’t count sheep
Which makes me angry
And a little bit wired

So I flip the switch
And I’m out in the street
Which makes no sense to me
‘Cuz I’m still very tired

My side’s developed a stitch
From pacing and moving my feet
And I want to flee
But that’s not how I’m wired

So I sit in a ditch
All crumpled in a heap
And head home around three
Before I’m any more mired

I’ll make my own sandwich
I’ll sing myself to sleep
‘Cuz I’m a little hungry
And a whole lot of tired

“Do you believe?”
She said to he
Atop that round green spot
Under a black expanse
A trillion twinkling eyes
Looking down on the couple

“In what?”
He said to she

A chasm of silence
Yawned open between the two
As moments passed into minutes

It had been answer enough.