Poetry that Rhymes

Here I sit at my desk,
Wishing I could get some rest.
The hours I spent playing hold'em-
wasted. Gone. I barely knew them.
My eyelids close, my fingers crack,
Why haven't I hit the sack?
This habit of mine to stay awake,
needs to end, it's getting late.

And I haven't a roommate,
none at all!
He decided to move
across the hall.
Living with Brian is understandable
(I guess),
but now who will watch me
in the mornings undress?

I'm just kidding we didn't have it that way.
Despite what you think, I'm really not gay.
So come in and join me! It'll be fun!
I promise I won't sexually abuse anyone.
As for video cameras: they don't exist.
That thing behind the dresser...um, it's,
um...yeah. It isn't what it looks like.

Getting back on track,
what I hate,
is pointless reasons
for staying up late.
I should really attempt closing my eyes
Who knows if I will get a surprise?
I just might, somehow, wake up in dreamland,
where sexy maidens ask for my hand.
Then again, they might turn out to be truckers.
That would suck...stupid f***ers.

Either way, I should rest my head,
on my comforting pillow aloft on my bed.

I hope noone reads this;
that would be sad.
My poetry at this hour
tends to be bad:
Ridicule school, fool.
Uncool drool, tool.
Sit on a stool, Captain Cool.

Stuff like that makes me laugh.
It's pitiful rhyming words,
it cuts your potential in half.
Noone takes you seriously when you rhyme
"muffin" with "puffin"
or act like a mime.

Yes, I realize my beat is off.
To place it correctly, you must mid-sentence cough.

It's really hard to not make sexual connotations,
but on a public medium like this,
I must make limitations.

I apologize for rhyming.
It won't happen again,
Unless you ask me to.
Just say why and when.