Sweet Dreams

I thought maybe someone may have missed my unsurpassed talent for poetry.
Actually, most people seem to think that I'm incredibly depressed with little will to live. That is not the case--I just felt like whining a bit about my least favorite lunar cycle. But thanks for helping me stick it out. Anyway, I had another bout of insomnia last night and coming up with this helped keep me entertained. I know I've done chocolate in the past, so I wanted to think of something else. I thought, what is as essential to life as chocolate? Duh! The thing that I had wished I was doing that very moment: sleeping! So here goes:

O Sleep, my friend,
Why did you leave me?

We've been through a lot,
How can you deceive me?

I thought we were close,
Good buddies, like kin.

I invited you over,
Why won't you come in?

I saw you next door
And all down the street,

But I am alone and
Must admit my defeat.

I feel so distraught,
downtrodden, dejected,

My eyes sting from your absence,
As if they're dissected.

And then it dawns on me,
As I turn on the lamp,

You're with everyone but me--
Why, you dirty little tramp!