A NIGHT IN THESE PLACES
On a night without electricity in these places
There is pitch blackness and dreary darkness
Roaches leave their cracks in the mask to free roam the cruel range
Bedbugs quietly crawl out of their crevices to ravage and revenge
Their long day’s hungers on these innocent preys lost in hopelessness
Of black blankness and hope of not near returning lights sadness

A thin stick-like candle flickers fast as quick she burns out
Water lingers long to bubble on a slow snorting stove
And the chief chef, the cook, watches his dismay spelt out
Summoning salvation now, only from merciful above
May be the lights returns or the candle please lives:
May be the water bubbles or the stove woi survives!

A night in these places is of mercy
A night in these places is of clemency
When lights frequent flickers out
Little quiet Carnivores comes out
To feast on preys angry
To feed on victims hungry!

It is a night of annoyance
A naked night in these places
It is a night a nuisance
An after light in these spaces
Rolling regularly to itching lumps
Rising to biting body bumps

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