Whoever said that counting sheep,
would help me get some peaceful sleep?
was a pillock.

Eyes alert to the empty darkness of the night
Try laying on my back, on my left, on my right,
The sheep don't help, you pillock.

It's not due to worries, nor even for fear,
it's not about money, it's simply not clear,
Why I'm awake right now.

Tried drinking decaf from times after Noon,
In the hope that I'll calm and get some sleep soon.
At 4am I'm awake again.

In torture the primer is sleep deprivation,
I'd give anything now to end this frustration,
and just get some kip.

Avoid all the sleepers and other nice pills,
to chemically cosh me from awakening ills,
They don't work.

With wine and with gin? No, give them a miss,
Just end up awake, and wanting a piss,
and a hangover later.

A big pipe of herb and some peaceful dub music,
The strength of this weed, just makes me feel sick,
and paranoid.

My quest for some shut-eye, and REM sleep,
Has led to me typing this shite half the week,
Then return to my bed,  and start counting those sheep.

It's not about rest, it's just about sleep.