Here's a Poem About How I Am So Tired

I haven't slept well since 1996,
and I have taken only eight naps
in my entire life, maybe.
After surfing, mostly. 

I stay up late.
I get up early.
I have FOMO, so there's that.
Life is short, so live awake, I guess.

There should be
another stanza to this poem,
but I am too tired to write it.
Even exhausted, it's tough to fall asleep. 

Might as well sit on the couch,
pick my boogers,
and watch television,
because that is my meditation.

How's my hat look? 
See you at the Super Bowl.
Vincent, I will help you with your movie.
Yellow. Whistles. I guess.