Late Night Shifts

I don't write much...

I can't write much...

And now when I finally am writing,

It doesn't even pertain to the post I'm 

Supposed to be typing

Because, the only thing I can think about

before I go to bed at night,

Is how many times I'll be hitting that snooze

button,

And that tomorrow in math

I'll have, to solve too many Trigonometric Functions.

But 

When I can write

When I do write

It's that rare 2 AM shift I get

for the occupation of my mind,

When the dull emotions call in sick,

and now I have to cover their shift.

By now I'm being yelled at by my boss,

that is my repressed memories

I'M TRYING to remedy what they've

been telling me.

That I can never quit this job

And if I did...

That would be a permanent solution,

to a temporary problem.