Good night

I lost my  pass for travelling on the bus
I kept it with my keys and by my purse
So now it’s fastened on a chain  with clip
I look for lobster fasteners and  a whip
I need a shade of grey for my  red eyes
And a list of ways I can tell lies
My purse is heavy with the  evidence
The goods and booklets I  have so well spent
My comb is clean for it is never used
I use the toothbrush mostly on my shoes
I use the GNT for frightening ghosts
Pain is killed by uttering rude long words
I cannot write them down as  it is sin
To draw my readers  into hell’s own twin
And now I feel  my time to dream  has come
Goodnight,I say, to each and every one