Well, since I have this account now anyway, I may as well use it for something.
Many times, I find myself unable to conform to the rigid requirements of modern society, most notably, sleeping at night and being awake during the day.
Now, I will be the first to admit that I am nobody's poet, but in a fit of creativity one very late night, I opened a text editor and hacked out the following, which I submit for your perusal:

Insomnia

Earlier I tried to sleep
I surely need my rest,
but as I lay there in my bed
my mind became obsessed

with all the things I need to do
before I bite the dust:
like piloting an ultralight
far over Terran crust.

I toss and turn and thrash about
this is a fruitless quest:
I cannot find a comfortable
position for my rest.

And so I drag my weary @$$
up out of my warm bed,
activate the monitor,
and write this verse instead.

I yawn and sigh and rub my eyes
I wish the night was young
so I could get much needed rest
before alarm has rung.