Dear Sleep
November 23, 2013
Dear Sleep,
You don’t pay my bills.
You don’t cook or clean.
You don’t finish my manuscripts.
You don’t meet my deadlines.
I don’t have time for your selfishness in my life.
And when I’m with you, I’m thinking about work.
I guess, what I’m saying is…I’m breaking up with you.
Maybe I’ll see you around..
The Wicked