And the moral of the poem: Insomnia leads to capitalistic thoughts; so tuck your little proletariat children snuggly into bed lest they fall victim to laissez faire economics.
Seriously, this is well done, and had some thought put into it… even if it was done at 2 in the morning. Not sure I agree with pryo about the Roth-ishness of this poem, because it’s not really comedic in nature.
It is ironic though afkak. Enough to scrape a nearness to Roth if not a wee bit more on the sardonic . It is true abstract that the mind doth wander to new depths whilst burning the candle at both ends. Did you imbibe?he,he.