RHYME Poem: Rest x9, by Marq Buisson

Rest,rest, rest, oh how it’s the best.
Nothing can compare to its fine beauty.
I, a humble quest within its presents .
Surly you think I only jest.

I collapse on bed, phone quite addicting.
I got to lay in a warm watered tub.
It’s quite nice heating up the skin and bones.
Rest is key, along with quality grub

Once the tech has ran its battery course.
Air whistles, yet my body pays no mind.
Stroke my pillow, it’s as soft as a horse.
Head hits the bed, snuggled up under warmth.

Have to close my eyes to nightmare time.
Just my luck, fuck, its as quiet as a mime.

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