Insomnia limericks

Limericks by their nature are annoying. Ones written as soporifics even more so. Ya get what ya pay for:


Insomnia is really a bitch;
As I scribble, I toss & I twitch.
An hour slips by,
yet I continue to lie
Still drunk & awake in this ditch.


Insomnia continues to irk,
like a zombie I shuffle & lurk
half asleep through most of the day.
At night my release kept at bay,
more awake than when I'm at work.


A 40 of Mickey's this time,
my wakefulness continues to shine.
Still up much later than 2,
I know now what to do:
Next time I'm getting the wine.