Insomnia: a poem!

Here is the poem I wrote! (That Mr. Burns didn't like!) I know. You know. Now read it!

The sun has set and night has come
But when the morrow shows its face what have I done?
Everything is just a blur,
I lie in bed but my mind’s a stir
Monotony, you are my foe
Because of you I’ll not have slept when I hear the crow
Can I make it through the night?
Something must give in this great blight
But how to begin?
To remove all the din
To end merely waiting for tomorrow to arrive
Stop beginning to sleep as the sun lights the sky
Finish starting things that have no end
And quit listening for the reprimand
To take a moment to sit and feel
Like a human and not a wheel
To stop turning for a little while
And take a break from work so vile
I want to learn, to realize
I must stop hearing words of the stern and not worry about the size
I’m over my head, I must confess
Jesus take me from this mess,
I’m choking, I’m drowning
So save me before the trumpet’s sounding
The sand is falling
The time is gone
But more stuff is calling
For me to “come on!”
I’d stop to cry,
But I’m on the fly
Like butter spread too thin on toast
I’ve nothing great to show or boast
And even now I’m wasting sleep
To pen and put my mind to ease
The morning is already near
I will collapse, it is my fear
To look back at what I’ve done
And frown into the setting sun
For life is brief, yes life is short
This boat soon sails for another port!
So all aboard or you’ll miss your ride
But I’ve already forgotten which side
To run and jump aboard the ship
Oh, I want to stop and sip
Some tea to moisten my dry lip
For my mouth is full
The world is dull
And still onward soars the gull
I must be quick! I must be fast!
To finish what’s begun at last
But on I trail, throughout the night
My sleeping time is out of sight
And yet I’ve nothing truly said
And so I can’t retire to bed
Oh, the dance continues in flurries
Without me it repeatedly hurries
It pulls me here
It pulls me there
My arms shall soon break from my chest
And maybe then it would be best
For I’d have to sit and wait
For Heaven to open its great gates
But it’d abandon pulling and start to shove
And I’d call for the Lord to send me a dove
To rescue me from this strange plight
And let me sleep another night
All is well, but the time is gone
I can already see the dawn
And there’s an old man sounding a gong
And the ritard at the end of a song
I’m tossing, I’m turning,
My brain is a-burning
The earth is a-blurring
My stomach a-churning
The beads of sweat form on my head
Wouldn’t it be better if I were dead?
Zoinks! I cannot sleep one wink!
Maybe I’ll wash dishes in the sink
And I still am on the brink
Of going, once for all, truly insane,
Everything I do is inane
The ceiling is ghostly
And now I am mostly
Certainly, truly, quite awake
Feeling the world beneath me shake
Egad! The sun’s risen
And now I must listen
To another day’s gabber
And many peoples’ blabber
For the alarm is blaring
And I am staring
At the start of a day
Without any play
The sun is here,
But my life is not near.