My first poem - Time to Desteem!
When your eyes are red and your mind is dead
it's probably time to hit the bed.
Without thinking, I'm already dreaming
about new articles instead.
My brain should wind down
as my face pulls a frown,
I hit the off switch and tighten my gown.
It's now time to Desteem, defrag or whatever's your bag.
All this Steeming makes me feel like I've got jet lag.
