The Infomercials Never Sleep

The infomercials never sleep

And rarely can I catch a wink

Uncomfortable in the bed that is expecting

Afraid to blink an eye

I cross my Ts

The world is changing

Spinning upside down

Feeding on the static I am handed my stomach is churning

Is there nothing more?

My demons are relentless

Concepts of contentment are bewildering

Is there nothing more?

Is it greed or blind ambition?

I question my intentions

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