Any Personification Nixed Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Crimson
red, my blood
drenches monkeys!
Causing a flood! Then
hurts vanish within the void
make by that vortex sucking up
all that blood! My essence of crimson
red blood; funny and giggling, as politicians talk
when they are raping the priests! Or is that dating
the ex-priests! You drink, you lie, you sin, and you die!
Thank phuuck! Something kills multiple lots of you!
Before I have to step in and torch the rest of this
ungodly mess! Knowing this; the each of you bend
down low and slurp 24 / 7's / 365; the stool and
whist stains from your majik shorts; that have
proved so vulnerable, and not so majik!
Month menses! The elders made
terrible doormen! Boring old farts!
Personify any six of these please!
My, crimson red blood drowns all
of you barely above secondary
primates; almost hairless monkeys!