“Stop Snoring Dude”

I wake to the quake and shake of my brain,

the nasal timbers sawed in nauseous pain.

Five feet from freedom’s feared feelings,

whatever it takes to break these ceilings.

Sounds that tear the souls of lusty losers

rush from your mouth as the foulest abusers

of fresh air and innocent sleeping accusers.

To you means little the notion of dreams,

so what more can I say to my endless screams?

Close your mouth or else I’ll tear you at the seams!

 

-bb