Pleasure in Midnight

The pleasure to see the last bus home
Oh wait, where is home again?
Don’t know, do I?
But yes, it is close by somewhere,
Maybe very close…
But then, I don’t need a bus for that.

Night falls and I am to bed what I was to it thence,
“The Stranger…”
(whisper) “he has been here before.”

(Midnight happens) I see a tiny blip on the screen,
blip just like the last one.
But this one has a new tinge to it;
(Hopeful) I open the machine
oh, the corns are done.
What pleasure!

#seek

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