With eyelids heavy and lead-like limbs,
I swig my coffee and play The Sims.
Well no, not really, for I'm at work
where 90s PC games are not a perk.

But I can rhyme, yes, and I can dream
of a day I'll be on the day-shift team.
When I won't sleep through the noonday sun
or wash soiled blankets, which isn't fun.

Oh how I wait for that special day!
I keep believing it's on the way...
Third shift for me just builds wherewithal.
I'll soon be done with this folderol.