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No rest for the wicked
If
we
didn’t need sleep just think of all
each one of us could do—
how
much we could get through.
Time for working, time for talk
and lots more time for play,
and all those little jobs you said
you’d get round to one day.
Pillows
may be comforting
beds have their uses, certainly,
If you want to get your MBA
or gain one more
diploma
you can’t expect to make the grade
You
could
be making megabucks,
but there’d be no closing market price
You could catch up in the rat race
though
there’d still be more ahead:
have you ever wondered why you never
The
best
of pharmaceutical
researchers are all hopin’
to keep
those eyelids open
before the boys in DNA
start getting
way too clever
and isolate the sleeping gene
and
wake us up for ever.
Are
you
missing opportunities
while you’re lying there unconscious?
Was
Pilate’s first name Pontius?
We’d boost our productivity
by
staggering proportions—
a third more murders, burglaries,
divorces and
abortions.
Unending
time to monitor
our share portfolios—
there’d be no more of those),
but still there is another way
to
do it much more neatly:
let’s just cut out the middle man—
abolish time
completely.
Why
break
our lives up just to fit
the sun and moon’s behaviour?
will be our constant saviour.
Weeks are for weaklings, days for the
dazed
and minutes there for taking—
No more seconds, only firsts
will
mark the claims we’re staking.
An
end at
last to jet-lag—
put that body clock away.
it’s all one long today.
No time, no place, no start, no end—
O wouldn’t
we be clever—
if we didn’t need sleep at last we would
live virtually for
ever.
Revised in 2000 and 2019.
© Godfrey Rust 1995, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for permissions.