Un poème tres terrible de Les Raisons.I am Le Tired. Le Nauseated while also being Le Hungry, Hungry Caterpillar. It is le grey and le foggy and le rainy. Work drags with Le Ennui except when Les Enfants bother me with their “Vite! Vite!” “This must be done immédiatement!” Le world will not end, insist I. “FIRE ZE MISSILES!” But I am le tired.