I haven’t got insomnia really
But last night sleep just wouldn’t come for hours
I’d dozed off briefly earlier you see
So today I’ve been knackered, but was forced
To work anyway, it doesn’t stop, pours
On with emails, meeting invites and calls
All to help the UK Transition cause
I hear the nutter below through the walls
And floors, muttering, bellowing, a fool’s
Life, even clapping, singing tunelessly
Dropping things on his floor as if he’s lost
Coordination and mind, alone, dull
Survival, pointlessness, perhaps pity
Is appropriate, though he makes me cross
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