Fledgling Poem by Stefanie Fontker

A dirty snivelling idiot
Resting upon a high chair
The King of the Gods
And the God of the Kings
Feasted on the hearts
Of many young women
And the money of more
Than a few old men
Spoiled and infested
A lullaby is required
And more than one tale
Of heroes and the demons
That rape and kill them
If the Sandman is to visit
Laughing, snorting fool
Speech impaired and vision
More often blurry than clear
Kicking at the legs
Of those undeserving
Scratching at the faces
Of those more nurturing
An ungrateful little brat
That would rather be
Immortal than intelligent