4am and he drives
his sports truck cautiously
navigating through suburban mazes
morning deliveries
of last nights latest news
we wake up
grabbing a coffee cup
to read up
on what happened while we slept
and all the secrets
so and so kept
we know everything that went on
while we so peacefully slept
in our happy little home
but we don’t know anything
about the crazed man anyway
he who sleeps like a vampire
he who fears the people of the day
he who throws papers at your house
at 4am
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
