I Know Who "They" Are

I know who they are.

I know who cracked the teapot,

Who slammed the door, and cut the

Strings on the guitar.

I saw their mischievous shadows, their dusty trails,

And other evidence of their midnight play slip away.

I believe they turned all the signs 

Around and put them upside down.

Is it so impossible to know their charm,

To see the beauty in the work,

And to believe in the signs we see?

They took our order and served us chaos.

What a Fantastic taste! 

Unscramble my eggs, my mind,

It does bubble and boil in upset turmoil.

Untangle my legs, my bind,

It is too tight, and I cannot chase

The creatures of the night.