Stealthily the Sleep Stealer slithered
Submerging strategically in pools of concern
Splash, splash, splashing to the shores of consciousness
Splash, splash, shifting the sands of sadness
Splash, splash, shaping the precipices of depression
Why do you exist, Sleep Stealer?
“Come see, come swim in this warm, salty sea
All of these secrets are in here with me”
Ah! But, some see sunrises and think of sunsets
Let me demonstrate: no service, no sustenance
Image credit: John Blund (1927), Nils von Dardel (1888–1943)
Primitive Joe 
