So innovative A comic book come to life Props to Rodriguez
Alright, a haiku Take it easy out there, Mitch Watch out for bears, man
Professional sleepers Sleep all day, sell the excess Buy sleep for more hours
On the brink of sleep Occasional but loud chirp Stupid smoke alarm
Sometimes not enough Sometimes more than you can bear Let’s install a knob
A musician whore Playing to please the masses Fat wads of cash, though
Tiny Irina Will her bottle have Pepsi? Good thing she’s nursing
Time to get a bed One third of our lives spent there The futon won’t do
Wait, how does it go? How many syllables here? Where’s the snack cakes, man?
We all need water Without, we wither and die Still cold down your pants
Some paths are obscured Every path leads somewhere There’s no right of wrong
