Am I Wicked Too
I don't live in a mansion built with sophisticated plan
I live in a place that okayly describes a common man
Where night invaders rat the kitchen and corners as they like
Every average man will know what this is like
These little creatures are oftentimes wicked
Even after they are with remnants fed
Such that if you expose an important document
You'll come back to meet just a fragment
They are so brave yet they are coward
In spite of your presence they still run forward
When you then begin to chase
They'll lose their gaze as they proceed apace
I saw one in my kitchen tonight
So I chased it with great delight
When it ought to have escaped
Fear made it doused and raped
After chasing it here and there
I told it that to its kinds I'm not dear
Having seen it behind my chopping board
I gave it a kick that it can't afford.
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