4am. SPAM.

by: emily ishimatsu

aWAKEned at dawn to a fiery sun,
jump out of COVERs, all wickedly spun.
dash quickly through each separate room,
FROZEn quite rigid at a sight by the broom.

and there QUIETly, slowly twitching alone
was a CREATure no mortal man would condone.
a match locked thru sight, creates PAUSE.
each muscle contracts thru UNITEd cause.

thus began war with an ARMORed beast
DRAWn to the kitchen by 4am feast.
a shoe in one hand and a CUP in the other
if only in house we'd kept a BRAVE brother.

through TRENCHes of tile
zoomed world's FASTest mile
and ESCAPEd fate for the day
one more night in FORCEd stay

never FREE he will be--
once made KNOWn by me.
there ends MEALs made of spam,
eaten by roomMATES at 4am.