Counting Weird Sheep

Stress red slowly turns to calming blue, with the rough day ending sleep wont come easy, I know just what to do.

As I lay my head down to sleep, I need to count some sheep.

I am tired but sleep is elusive, I am getting relaxed and in no way stressed or abusive.

I'm actually at peace with many things, most of all my fellow ignorant human beings.

I say that in half jest, we are full ranged from worst to best.

Some are intelligent but still stupid, you wonder how they got hit with the arrow of cupid.

Ha ha!! I make myself chuckle, if I wrote everything in my head down your knees would buckle

You'd laugh, you'd cry and for surly say "what the fuck is wrong with this guy"

So its better I keep most things in, so I don't get punched in the chin.

Not sure that will ever happen, my hatches have been batten.

Counting sheep doesn't seem to be working, its gonna be an interesting night when one starts twerking.

I wasn't paying attention till now, it has your face, but how.

I'm looking and paying attention, regretting the face thing I did mention

Along with the twerk, I'm kinda feeling like a jerk.

I'm not gonna sit and watch this insane show,

As they wiggle it to and fro.

I'm not gonna say what they wiggle, Im weirdly smiling and starting to giggle.

This isn't inducing sleep at all, to sleep I will not fall

There's nothing I can do, when I close my eyes I see a twerking you

😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

Enjoy this smile throughout your day, from this weirdo reading what he has to say

Ok I'm going to end this madness and go to sleep, from me not another peep

Beep Beep