Some folks work the midnight shift;

many long years, circadian rhythm adrift.

Motor skills impaired, too much irritability;

will they ever find the populace in cordiality?

They try to sleep during the daytime hours;

the rest they need, the noise just devours.

It's always something, human activity;

now the dog is barking, sleep in declivity.

Now the chain saw makes its debut, oh no;

please be quiet, it's like a deathblow.

Who is now just knocking on the door;

please go away, there's just no cure.

Earplugs have been tried, dark curtains too;

oh the tossing and turning, some will go cuckoo.

It's time to get up, do it all over again;

only the nocturnal creatures welcome this regimen.

Some like the night shift, boss not around;

others forced on it, their turmoil quite profound.

Eventually on all it'll take its toll;

some have escaped, normalcy to stroll.