Nyquil

It is a nyquil night
this dream is becoming weird
with my eyes glued to your mocccasins
and beer dripping from my beard
but in my real life I'm cleanly shaven
and your feet are too quick
you have your fleet foot freedom
I take my comfort in a cancerous flick of my bic
we wittle down our souls to something easily amused
so on our weekends we will keep away the blues
there is the 9 to 5, the daily grind
laughter at the copier and we carve away
we shrug off the excess
our bodies sway with the madness
until our minds can keep the time of our lunches
down to the seconds
we can now throw away our watches
replace our clocks with inspirational posters
I recommend teamwork and synergy
hive minds conserve energy