Poem -

~ THE POLITICS OF VAMPIRES ~

~ THE POLITICS OF VAMPIRES ~

In the gray-green hollow of anticipation
The blood boils a slow steam
And the stealth involved
Curtails, the truly insidious
Where the cursed cry
The uncaring, fly high on the adulation
Of the night sculptors
And artistic butchers
Where words come cheaply
Paraphrasing
That which leaves holes
In the souls
Of the Vampires
Original neck-biting
And backstabbing
Through the undercurrent
Of a bloody political
Intent
And power's,
Ultimate,
Corruption...

Tony Taylor
* inspired by: Gross Negligence

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Tony...

Vampire Politics...

Is that the effect of veins popping out their neck and head and a touch of high blood pressure and heart disease that they would probably blame on the Environment as they try to figure out more ways to screw the Country?

I feel bad for the people who believed this stuff and got stressed out right along with them chanting their song and dance...

It almost makes me feel bad for them, almost..

Reminds me of the George Strait song That's The Thoughts of a Fool...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs and Smiles!
Love and Rockets!

Feathers

 

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