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In the darkest hours of the night,
When the cats meow and the bats bite,
When it tip toes towards the door,
And out to not be imprisoned anymore.
It circles around the bed and around the pole,
It restores urges, but depletes self-control.
It assists many things, like money and fame.
Emptiness! All we share is a last name.
A tool, an aid, a sacrifice,
Quiet hips that are concise.
Understandably, it can offend.
It’s natural, but can condescend.
Who I share it with is my own business,
Weather poor in health, or rich in sickness.