Knocking at your door; 

Your Conscience awaits 

after the dance of lovers 

the songs of best friends 

after vouching for the pious and inherently evil in you 

He critiques the smoothie-blend of who you are, 

then he knocks 

But there is a doorbell! Why does he knock? 

the winds have died down, surely 

fleeting loves of the young have faded, 

the comfort of solitude awaits 

you wish he would go away- 

hesitating to open the door 

He cries for alms 

the door is not soundproof 

Your Conscience is ignored, drowned out 

by the budget headphones 

Spaghetti boils, 

music plays 

the Cat sleeps 

in your tiny apartment 

Why me? They all ask 

what about the rest of the flats on this floor? 

Spying on him through the peephole, you see 

he is grotesque 

he is not fooled easily 

Reason as you may with him, he is not gullible 

Tired of the incessant knocking 

you slurp the spaghetti 

wash the plates 

feed the Cat 

Solace is found in your bed, 

so you sleep 

knowing full well he will enter quietly at night, 

Spotify choses a somber playlist 

The Cat meows, she is hungry 

she eyes the birds carefully placed on the branch of a tree 

the light is shallow, 

experiences wait for you, 

You oblige. 

A new day comes; 

you live it 

And after the lovers stop dancing 

the songs of best friends have ended, 

after critiquing the smoothie-blend of who you are 

He still vouches for the good and pious in you 

and the slightly less evil.