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.                
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