A Short Poem From My Bed

The first of July, and my body is tired
Of part-time jobs and acting inspired,
Of treadmills and mats, of food and TV,
I just want to lay here and sleep till I die or at least until I become a world-famous sleeper and people pay me for doing what I do best.

But it did take some effort to snap this quick pic
And now I want a smoothie and a shower.
I guess I’m not really great at sleeping till I die.
Add that to the lists of things I suck at.

I don’t think this is a poem anymore.
Just some ramblings of a hungry, tired girl.



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