Hour Glass Beaches

You complain, I sleep much too much.
What's it to you, bird brain!
You pay my expenses?
Time you find yourself another place to lounge
Walk or I'll throw you out this five story window.
Don't think I can't. Don't entertain the thought,
that she wouldn't.

Count Dracula snoozed during the day as do I,
so at night, he would be energized
to put on his tuxedo and bat wing cape,
and get creative with the fools he romanced
with roses and Bela Lugosi accent.
Mapovia is no blood sucker as was the Count.
The Lady, simply, has special needs herself.

Eighteen hours of sleep as opposed to 8
When sundown turns off loud engines metropolis,
I strip to the waist to do the fandango
and squeeze tubes of paint,
till dawn advises, put away brushes and canvas.
Draw close the drapes. Day is for dreaming,
night is for thinking. Blessed are the pure of heart.