I’m short on sleep
I cannot lie
No need to weep
I will not die
But you may sigh
For fool I am
I’ve not stayed up
For an exam
No not to cram
But rather I
Will watch a show
With friends I know
A careful reader will note that I whatever rhyme scheme I intended to use at the beginning of the poem, I had given up by the end. In theory, it was mean to be ABABBCBCCDCDDEDE … but I choose to assert that the loss of structure is actually a commentary on either my sleepiness or the origin of the free time that allows me to watch movies.