A poem about night shift working

’m on a night shift,

but I’m no night owl,

working night’s just,

makes the job a toil.

Want to live when its,

time to sleep,

working in the night,

when your brain stops working.

Concentration gone,

and me guts are hurtin.

Working on a night shift,

ain’t much fun,

start out working hard,

sooner the jobs done,

sooner I can get to sleep.

Close my eyes,

get some relief.