Those blue ink words <br />Upon that page <br />Spark the silent <br />Fits of rage <br />That cage <br />The beige: <br />That’s mental clarity at that stage… <br /> <br />What does this mean? <br />Well one must be a teen <br />To comprehend <br />The message one does send – <br />Oh it will not mend <br />Tonight, <br />More than slight <br />Without the god given right <br />To sleep <br />To weep <br />For this dilemma's deep <br />So sleep! <br />Go sleep! <br /> <br />No words of wisdom could gift him content <br />So away in fitful sleep he went <br />Run ragged <br />Looking haggard <br />From the ballistic moment spent – <br />It’s sent! <br />It’s seen! <br />Up lights the screen <br />And fear and dread <br />Rips him from his bed – <br />She’s sorry! <br /> <br />She’s sorry… <br />Well then not to worry – <br />But sorry? <br />A farce it seems <br />From the girl of his dreams <br />It seems – <br /> <br />So don’t believe her – <br />Fever! <br />Leave her, leave her <br />But do not grieve for her – <br />Fever! <br />Just leave her <br />Whilst you have the fever – <br />Fever! <br />The midnight fever – <br />So leave her… <br />Fever!<br /><br />Jack Growden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-fever/
