Disconnect me

Disconnect me

Pull the plug

Turn me off

White noise

Is colour blind

A lot of men are

Why does it matter

When the dishwasher

Is as irritating

As a broken record

Splish splash

I’m taking a bath

Nothing would be better

Than quiet time

But it only exists in

Childhood

Or coffins.

Smell the roses

Lavender is not a narcotic

Benzodiazepine is a hypnotic

Fall asleep

Or dance like a chicken

Burning candles

Even at both ends

Never works

As a relaxant

When did sitting down

Become so effortful

Walk me off

Wear me down

Tire me out

I am a loud voice

On the inside

Of an open window

To the world

Nothing good

Will come of

A deep sleep

With a long knife

There are no

Good knights

They only exist

In fairytales.