Sunday, January 3, 2010

In Which Sleep Deprivation Alters My States, Or Something

I do shift work, as everybody knows,
Which means I am obliged, times, to fill in
For someone with a boo-boo, runny nose,
Or something much more grave, to our chagrin.
That's how I found myself at work five hours
Before my normal starting time, at One
A.M. with little sleep and with my pow'rs
At near their nadir. I'm sure it's been fun
For friends and colleagues to watch all my flubs,
And cognitive backfires -- I cannot find
The home row on a keyboard; more like clubs
Than fingers are these digits. Where's my mind?
I only managed victory at chess
By taking on a fellow victim, yes.

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