Sleep is for the weak.
I stretch, I relax,
These are the simple facts.
Too much and lactic acid leaks.
You will feel the burn.
Cramped, confined,
Never asking if I mind.
This is the respect I earn?
I will fight back.
When you sleep,
I will creep,
And then attack.
A spasm.
A cry.
Ask why?
Minichasm
Of reasons sundry
Neglect, harm,
That day on the farm.
Quite the quandry.
You, taskmaster,
Punish with glee,
Yet also nourish me.
You are a bastard.
I was at : 4308 NW 76 Terrace, Gainesville, FL 32606,
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