Asleep at the keyboard!

My unconscious conscious!

I must sleepwalk over to my computer deal,

how else to explain this poem--it's surreal!

 

Letters and words that type of their own accord,

appear like my own unconscious terrible swift sword!

 

Typed out to seek vengeance on the right-thinking dudes,

who don't read under the influence of Quaaludes!

 

My deep dark thoughts laid bare for you all to see.

The subconscious weird thoughts of a still-asleep me!