Ambien is a sleepy cat,
But you know that
In fact, it would not surprise you
To see her go
To sleep on cue
Not put to sleep
But go to sleep
As in late at night
Counting sheep
Her teetering and tottering
Gives you a clue
Of what is about to ensue
But give a push and a prod
Keep away the nod
For now you have an opportunity
To let Ambien know what
How you think of her
It is a chance to explain
How you want to hang
Yourself
When she rants and raves
About herself
Her petty victories or backstabbing stance
Or personal affronts
Which all to often
You must bear the brunt
It is enough to keep you up at night
Your mind running in tight
Little circles
So be honest for a change
Get it off your chest
Because odds are
After you have expressed
Your anger, scorn and wrath
The the morning after the aftermath
It will not be on Ambien's mind
More likely it will be
Who left behind
The empty pint of Chunky Monkey and
Crummy cracker wrappers
According to her
It is all that matters
