The Creature Me Poem by joy olree

The Creature Me



The Creature Me

A creature of night I prowl,
obsessed
with instant gratification.

Lights scare me, music energizes me.
Food not needed, drinks on the house.

Morning comes too soon. Sleep threatens,
So to home I go, to rest for tomorrow nights
prowl.

Monday, September 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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People who live the night life
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