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What
I really do not get
Is this plan to write a poem
This poem when my mental
And
Physical capability
Are both tapped out
Geez
I have to remember
To remove my hand
From the keyboard
Or
I am going to type
Incoherent crap
I am so tired
Exhausted
Overxerted to a point
You know
It is a quarter til ten
And
I wish I was already sleep
Hours ago
Because
I am running on pure fumes
This is the longest
I have spent on a poem
I did not want to write
The body
My body wants to sleep
I keep dosing in
And
Out of consciousness
After every other word
This editing is a $itch
It is rather sad
I am relying on spellcheck
Just mark this day
I really did not want to write
The majority of my comprehension
Is in a system error
Codes are covering the screen
Communication
In failure mode
Coordination
In failure mode
Attitude
In failure mode
Confusion
On high alert
Mind and body
In agreement
Emergency shutdown
All systems will be
In complete lockdown
Nobody need to call me tonight
I am out
5
4
Forget it
I am out

Yellowbonewonda

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