Final Sleep After Too Many

When the surgeons say
To have a nice nap,
They know well you’ll wake

Up miserable—
They’re teasing, really,
As you are, saying

Goodbye world, drifting
Off to sleep, knowing
You’ll be back in just

A few hours. That’s been
Both life’s long joke and
Life’s small punishment,

Wakey, wakey, rise
And shine, awareness
As obligation.

But now, you’re almost
Done with all of that.
Sleep that’s not joking

Is a last mercy,
You don’t have to give
A chance to come back.