Pooped is pooped.

As mighty as you are,
to burn the candle at both ends,
and that considering,
appear as any sort of semblance of a star
requires a whole good spate of energy. . .

And once it drains to where
it is no longer plenty,
to get good rest
would be the best bet
for you well to recoop–

For though you may think
some other way
that lets you run
would be more fun
or funny,

in the long run
(or even in the short),
it really isn’t very likely–
don’t be duped.

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