Lords Of Quackery
Monday, September 27, 2010
Mr Quagmire on Sleep
Fajr rings in my ear as the obedient dash to prayer mats,
My hour eratic, theirs: an expedition of faith,
Censured for inebriation I become a quagmire,
Intoxicated I reiterate: sleep is free but I'm done for now.
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