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.