You may not be
a grotesque vision,
But you're a ****** pain
in the ***, my friend.
If you weren't so busy
trying to hinder my sleep,
Maybe you'd cross
To the side you belong.
Bug them all night long,
For crying out loud.
I'm sure those spirits
Are in need of someone
With the sense of humor
That you clearly possess.
After all, mocking me
Is your favorite endeavor,
Like a cheshire cat
With a moonlit grin.
Maybe that's your name.
Call you "Chesh"
For short.  
And laugh at your antics
Until you finally become bored.

But seriously though,
go away.