Welcome to the land Insomnia.
Drink of our wakeful wells.
And be reborn in this utopia,
where the wakeful mood swells.
Uncomfortable pillow, tangled sheet:
these are our mountainous boundaries.
The sweat soaked summer's heat,
industry to our foundries.
All cramped in restless feet
our business women and secretaries.
We run a well oiled machine,
to keep you here,
to keep you awake.
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