There’s twenty people around,
But one could be a killer.
Must stay put, stand my ground;
Defend against the sinner.
But if I’m still, my eyes will sag,
And soon I’ll fall asleep.
But if I move, my legs will lag,
And I’ll be swept off my feet.
So either way I’m doomed, I’m done.
Might as well take a nap.
But staying awake is so much fun,
So here’s for another lap!
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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- Published: August 21st, 2025 00:03
- Comment from author about the poem: From Airport Anthology I by Spencer Wilhelm
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