Loneli Nights Poem by Seth Mutau

I had heard of them, but never experienced
them before. Wow they feel like you’re in a
desert without water.

Lonely nights heard they knock on doors
But they had never knocked on mine before
So why knock now?

These lonely nights are contagious, spreading
like smell of fart, I wonder whose door is next.
they move like draqula the vampire and sting like a bee.

Wonder whose door is next..
but hey they are just lonely nights right! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !