A Mediocre Poem on Sleep

There’s truly no end to my genius… if my genius was actually genuine.

Ha ha, and so on.

Anyway, here’s something I just drummed up. Not great, but I like it.

I hope you enjoy.


Lids so choose to flutter above and try to close the door on their guests
The guests to their best to try and keep the doors open
Far below is a gateway that expels heat and moisture whilst the doors let some liquid out
Mainly wetting the guests who try to ignore the act
Whilst from the gateway below a long rumble can be heard

Everything beings to turn and change their facing direction
The doors close and the gateway goes silent
But the guests will be there again
In a small number of hours
Whilst the gateway will open for various other attractions


About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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