Comedy of Now, in a rethoric of two day's work insanely structured as a potential to move beyond the ordinary.

Oh what I've give,
For a peaceful night's sleep -
With nothing on my mind!

Throughout the week
I'm reduced to a heap
Of [someone help me please]

But then I realized
As 2 am drew near,
That today is but Tuesday!

And tomorrow will come
As I've always feared,
With nothing to look forward to.

[This is getting nowhere.]

Have I lost the will,
Or the reason to rhyme?
Or am I just incomplete?

But then I am sure
I will make full recovery
Once I get some bloody good sleep.

Sigh.