Must sleep, can’t sleep, shits fucked up yo.
Outside the bin truck drives round real slow.
Sounds in the night prevent my sleep,
Enough to make old Jesus weep.
Dam that smelly ole bin truck,
I’m lying here, wide eyed as fuck.
Curses, cries and weird half dreams,
Nothing’s nice as it usually seems.
Jesus tell me, help me so
What will fix my no sleep woes?
A whole pack of bickies, a tall glass of milk, great imagination
And a blanky made of silk.
Bears Rebellion 27/11/12