Replace your eight unhindered hours
Of sleep with shredded wakefulness
Afloat in soupy sleepiness,
Which floods throughout your twenty-four.

Then take your day and place it on
The simmered flames of urgency,
Until your pressured self esteam
Erupts with whistled cries for help.

Then add your seasonings of choice:
Some pestled corns of peppered fear,
Some punctured pods of pungent pain,
Some thickened sauce of blackened shame,
And daily grind of saltiness.

Remember, serve it piping hot.
Or else the burn won’t grip your throat.
No runny eyes, no runny nose
Will ever come of chilled out slurps.