In Which The Bitch Goddess Conspires With The Federal Government, To My Detriment

Elusive Morpheus, I chased you 'round,

But your bitch sister chased me 'round as well,

And whispered "What will you do when you've found

That your most trusted timepiece (that your cell

Phone) failed to update when we stole that hour

We keep in trust for you lot 'till next fall?

Go unwashed or unfed, or will you cower

Before co-workers sheepishly and call

To tell them you missed out on this time-change?"

I knew that I could trust my gadgets, but --

And is there one of you who'd call this strange? --

I tossed and turned all night, my eyes wide shut.

And even after two turned into three

Insomnia still had her hold on me.