The Incompetence Of A Near Sighted Incubus Poem by Ted Sheridan

The noisome breath of his unbridled hatred
wilts even the healthiest of Life's vines
as with his deeds of compounded madness

he unfurls upon us yet another barrage__
Behold his snakelike form and lack of spine
as he slithers in your unprotected door

leaving within his tracks the secreted slime
of half digested truths and lies__
Then with his sticky tongue he licks your chin

begging you to let him stay
for without your confused subsidies
he would be reduced to nothing more

than one more pile of excrement
with a long protuding tongue