Im tired poem

In uniform striped and eyes half closed, 

I shuffle through the day, so indisposed. 

My yawns could startle, my snores inspire, 

For I'm a walking, talking, sleepyhead for hire. 

I can't keep my eyes open, it's quite absurd, 

In meetings, I'm the one whose snores are heard.

 My coffee's my lifeline, my savior, my friend,

 But it only works so much; it has limits, you see. 

I hit the snooze button a dozen times or more, 

The alarm clock's like a nemesis I can't ignore. 

My bed's a magnet, so cozy and snug, 

Leaving it each morning is a real struggle, not a shrug. 

So here I am, in this drowsy state, 

I hope caffeine will soon alter my fate. 

But for now, please pardon my endless yawn, 

For I'm a sleep-deprived human, barely holding on!