Sleepless George

My friend George hasn't slept for 5 years

Fatigue set in after three days

Then the tears dried up

And the muscles in his eyelids tore

The dreams collated and congealed at the back of his head

Then exploded into reality

His bed was fed up after 6 months

And folded away

And moved in with a family down the road

Soon day became night,

Became day,

Became night

And he wrote a 20,000 word thesus on sleep deprivation

10,000 really's

And 10,000 tired's

One after the other

Mimicking the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the other

He became in sync with the moving of the stars and the planets

And his heart would beat once at sunrise

And once as the sun set

And his blood courses round him like the tide

Rising and falling

He earns good money now as a statue impersonator

And can be seen slouched against many London monuments

He is a slouch sell-out

And he's well tired