It’s time for work again but I just can’t go
I’m too tired to speak, too tired to go.
Something that was thought of when I was tired
will not go because I am tired.
This is the lot of the tired go-getter.
Poor nutrition could be one reason,
Another anxiety at whatever I see,
For every good deed accomplished,
moments of glee, then I can go tiredly
home to my bed. Shooting zzzed.
Born of confusion, born of frustration
Born out of wedlock, NOT! But the tiredness
wars are already lost, to ZZZ the victor, victorious is he.
I might as well turn over and go back to sleep.
For all the good it will do putting up a fight.
For I am known as King ZZZZ and everyone knows my plight
Not enough exercise, not enough good food, and no-one
to cuddle up to at night, alone in my room.
King ZZZZEEEE, precociously, then zealously, then tiredly.
then completely out of it.
Down with the big Z, forever it seems.
Material things get the better of us 