No Rest

You know,
I can't take naps.
I just can't. I wake up
sweating in a panic.
Angry and confused.
Never anything that resembles
rested.
I told my friend once that
I heard President Taft used
to take fifteen minute
naps everyday. I said that if I were him I--
I would wake up and press
the little red button under my desk
that blows up the world. He
said, "Man, you've gotta pull yourself the fuck together.
You're starting to scare us."