Madness Comes At Night

                                                  Its during the night
                                                  When madness come
                                                   Like a caged kite
                                                  Girls and boys are never calm.

                                                   In the illegal corners
                                                   Each one with his or her word
                                                   They call 'emselves winners
                                                   They say; the early the catcher the bird.

                                                    You look behind the rows
                                                     of this town; at a distance
                                                     You see her; with her black crow
                                                     Their beaks close, close for a filth dance.

                                                                               @sam@
                                                                                                                                                         6th April 2014.