Nightly Woes: A Poem

My feet are cold

My bladder full

My eyes grow weary

I'm feeling weak.

I've just come home from work

Dealing with people and their undies.

Some were nice

Others were meanies.

I'm too tired to move.

Too tired to warm my feet

Or to relieve myself.

I just want to sleep.

Too lazy to edit this poem of mine

To actually be a decent poem.

Now I'm feeling hungry.

Why.

Instead of washing my face

Or brushing my teeth

I spend time on a different face,

Of the book kind.

I was feeling bored,

And I wanted to complain,

So enjoy, dear Thoughts readers

My nightly woes.

The End