Poet be thou, tired be....thy?

When I get tired,
I do some crazy things.
Like glue tape onto stickers,
and draw cows with wings.

I remember in August,
after not sleeping a wink.
I put my dishes in the shower,
and washed my hair in the sink.
I then proceeded to talk,
to a mere picture of my dad.
He didn't laugh at my joke,
I walked away sad.

And now here I sit,
like vomit being returned to by a dog.
Not getting any sleep,
and updating my blog.