| Sweet sleep, that most necessary of afflictions.
Time spent that one might be resentful of,
When waking time is most precious and fleeting.
But gentle and elusive rest, oh, what a whore you can be! You spread your legs and do what good whores do, But then take your price in cold sweat and rude awakenings. Why sell yourself thusly? What for this strange price exacted so coldly? What measure do you desire and what measure will you leave? |