Like the hangman’s noose
The purple wires around my neck
Time to sleep
Sleep evades me
Awake and exhausted
Product of a night disturbed
Creeping like a mouse
My roommate is asleep
Compromise at its worst
It’s my futon
And the witch is on it
I want to watch TV
Leave this room
You chose to impose yourself
Be gone Satan
Stuck under my loft
The witch is on my futon
MOVE OUT ALREADY
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