Neglected

Oh, sleep, your mistress, I see she’s won,  
While I sit here, the NEGLECTED one.  
Drooling on pillows, what a display—  
Is this your idea of foreplay?  

You pick your bed, so soft, so still,  
While I bring fire, excitement, and thrill.  
But no, you snore like a lumbering beast,  
Ignoring the fact I’m the real feast.  

Dream on, genius, enjoy your rest,  
Because clearly, effort’s not your best.  
I could’ve been laughing, dazzling, divine,  
But no—your loyalty dies with bedtime.  

Next time I call, and you choose to sleep,  
I’ll leave you snoring, six feet deep.  
(Okay, not really, but you get the gist—  
You’re missing the best when I’m on the list.)