Something vigorous that’s built within me is deep,
It ruthlessly beckons me to lay down and sleep,
What is the purpose of this organic action,
Why has it garnered so much human attraction,
It never calls forth to me at the break of dawn,
For then have I never felt the urge to yawn,
Instead it comes forth at night,
A time to be full of fright,
It is a cruel evolutionary flaw,
Something that the microbes could have never foresaw,
Instead we are intertwined with this nagging pest,
We must evolve to simply take a hasty rest,
In my opinion that would certainly be best,