Deep-Fried Brain

I’ve been doing lots of editing, now it’s time I wrote a rhyme

Trawling through old posts to send this publisher of mine

My head is wrecked, my brain is fried, my stomach’s feeling queasy

And I have a toothache, yes, life’s not always easy.

But I’ll soldier through some yoga, some stretching’s what I need

Then pop my meds & go to bed, that I will indeed.

Except I get distracted, especially by my phone

Such I find is a pitfall of living on my own.

I need a loving partner, to lure me into bed

At a decent hour, when I’d be staying up instead

But Mister Right evades me, or perhaps does not exist

So I’ll exercise self discipline & succumb to sleeping’s bliss.

💤