Sleep Typing

A hidden danger!

The following poem/story should be taken with not just a grain, but about a 10-pound bag of salt!

You've heard of sleepwalking, sure,

 

but sleep typing?  Probably not,

 

but I'm here to tell you that it's very

 

real, for I'm the proof; you still

 

say 'bullshit!'?  Well, then you tell me

 

what you'd call it when you read something

 

old that has your name on it, but doesn't look

 

familiar to you at all?  Well, I'm waiting!  

 

I'm not a trained anything, but it seems

 

to be an affliction that strikes when I write,

 

or, more accurately, attempt  to pen

 

something humorous; oh, it's humorous all

 

right, in the sad, pathetic way that drunk people

 

are after about 42 beers at the tavern,

 

when they slur out a 'joke', and you're

 

trying to think of some, no, make that any

 

excuse to get away from them

 

Well, it's humorous like that; as in it's not,

 

and lately, it seems I must be sleep typing, a lot!

Reviews

[Marie]

Listen, I've run across magazines that had my work in them--at least work with my name on it--and I couldn't not remember writing a single line...

[Michael Stevens]

So, sleep typing is real then?

[Marie]

Maybe. I came on a poem that I'd suposedly written, and I had no idea what it was about. My mother had to explain it to me...

[Michael Stevens]

Believe me, I WISH I could forget a few of my writings!