My friend George hasn't slept for five years
Fatigue set in after three days, then the tears dried up and the muscles in his eyelids tore
The dreams collated and congealed at the back of his head then exploded into reality
His bed was fed up after 6 months and folded away and moved in with a family down the road
Soon day became night, became day, became night
And he wrotе a 20,000 word thesis on sleep deprivation
10,000 really’s, and 10, 000 tirеd's one after the other
Mimicking the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the other
He became in sync with the moving of the stars and the planets and his heart would beat once at sunrise, and once as the sun set
And his blood courses round him like the tide rising and falling
He earns good money now as a statue impersonator, and can be seen slouched against many London monuments
He is a slouch sell-out and he is really awfully tired