12 o'clock

I wrote this when I couldn't sleep the other night. It's a stream-of-consciousness piece.

12 o'clock

I just can't sleep
Too much junk on my mind
I just lie here in bed
As my thoughts intertwine
The clock won't move
But I still hear it ticking
Did I take the trash out?
Is the faucet still leaking?
Crap! Crap! Crap!
The damned clock still won't budge
What the hell?! I've gained weight--
Look at all of this pudge!
Wait a sec, why am I thinking up
All of this shit?
I am sooo freaking tired
Ya know what? That is IT!
I think I just might
Conk myself on the noggin
Perhaps then I can get to
My so-called "log-sawin'"
What a lame rhyme-scheme
That just turned out to be
Didn't waste too much time, though--
It's just now 12:03...