Have you ever been...So Tired?

T'was the night before Monday
So I guess that means Sunday
and one thing was certain
I wasn’t looking for any crap

When out of nowhere,
did appear an odd-looking chap
the outfit that he wore, sagging
steady dragging on the floor
it was beaten n’ non  descript
a sight as he saundered over

slowly,  he pulled out a flask n’
then lickin took a quick sip
now, I wasn’t sure what to make of this
but I knew it felt really  kinda stange,
so I hollered,  "what you want with me?!"

as he came in close range
I became somewhat deranged
n I started to act pissed n' went off

just then this figure just kept coming
at me like a flame attracting a moth
n' yet I thought in all probability
there was no doubt he'd flee
n it hadn't escaped my notice
his lack of concern seemed to negate
my attempt at hostility

but I’ll tell you now, I’m no chump
so I decided I’d make a stand
yet before I knew it ,
he was right on top of me!

n' with a hammer in his hand
he clocked me about the head...

Oh, I don’t  know...
about three, or four dozen times
n' as  I started to lose consciousness

so many sounds n’ lights
n’  thoughts raced thru my mind
In a matter of seconds, completely out was I... A mess

The following morn’ as I awoke
I learned about this guy, who beat me like a joke

Funny thing is...he didn’t really exist at all!
he  was created by me...

Because on the night before that attack?
so exhausted was I, that "The SANDMAN”
came n' set me free!  Lmao