Dead tired after only two hours of sleep,
I see weird shapes forming at the corner of my eye.
Maybe they are a bunch of beds
that are trying to tell me to go to sleep.
Or maybe they are sheep still jumping over
a fence and waiting for me to count them.
Well they are going to have to wait for eight more hours.
Theorem The Truth Serum
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-tired-2/
