Insomniac ramblings

          a)       
I found a raft today        
to perch this dissatisfaction on.      
It's time I spent some of my savings        
on a blend of Thora Birch's America.      
(Does it seem I care what you think?)      
          
           b)  
I walked the deserted road at midnight      
Hoping to get mugged; its funny      
how boredom can get you drugged      
making you the lamb of a wicked rhyme.      
(No,I won't be a toy of your kink.)      
          
           c)  
Sleep can't be saved in a draft unless      
its pictures become blunt like words.      
I tried shredding some bygones once; their fragments      
still dance on my heart like shrapnels.      
(Buy me a new one of lead and zinc.)