a poem about throwing books in the dark

 When the lights go out,
And Chaos appears.

You cannot shout,
To allay their fears.

They shriek, they howl
Books be flyin’

“Who flipped it?” you scowl,
Light shines on the lyin’.

There’s no guilt, just fun,
Whooo! There’s the bell.

A class come and done,
Society come undone.

With light comes the veneer,
But Chaos and Mischief
Lurk under there.