I must stay awake

Though the temptation’s great.

Stay alert, for Pete’s sake!

And do not tempt fate.

My boss would not appreciate

If she caught me catching zzz’s.

She would be kinda irate

And my job would pretty much cease.

It’s true my job is not much fun

And as boring as can be.

My replacement would be no one –

Except, perhaps, a trained monkey.

I can’t close my heavy eyes

Even for a sweet moment of relief.

Awake, I say, and arise!

This is work – not enjoyment for good grief.

To give in would feel so good.

But I shake the sleep from my head

And force myself to do what I should.

Or, maybe, write this poem instead.