Getting a good sleep
Is like getting a good man.
They rarely happen.
Not like the woman…willing to love.
He doesn't change.
If he sits on the couch and drink beer,
He sits there for years.
Until you pick him up.
To place him in a coffin.
Even then you will be the one carrying him.
Crying for him,
weeping over him still.
And when he's not sitting on the couch
no longer. You still cry.
Until maybe you find a man.
One that sit on the same coach,
making your stress come alive,
It keeps you up at night.
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