Some days I lay so awake
A creature of the night
I am
Your little devil
Here to restore the worldly orders
of ineptitude
and faith
Do you dare return to whence you came?
The caverns and tarmac glisten
With an oil slicked sheen
It hasn't been this warm before,
Each day is a record
This year is warmer than the last,
which was the warmest, or the one before

 as well
My worry is winged and I am
fanged
Since the last day, I have never
been released from a hunger
The plentitude  of the plaintiff
Please
How may I help