The rooster outside my window
crowing
at three in the morning
needs to stop existing right now
before I defenestrate
the cupboard, the fridge, the sink
on its infernal head.

And take your unholy brood with you
Why the heliconia
are you here during twilight,
this is not
a free range apartment block –
you mite-infested gigolo –
I have a presentation tomorrow.

I would weep if not for
something primal that overrides
reason;
cussing offers feeble respite
and chicken recipes do not sate.
Virtue is not worth living by,
when evil denies me rest!