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
Interesting image conjured up by this piece of work, Ted. Love the imagery - reminds me of some of my old boyfriends! LOL! JK! Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your imagery is outstanding. And of course, the metaphors: 'snakelike' is one that really stands out with no room for doubt as to its meaning. I have read this poem many times and enjoyed more with each read. Thanks for submitting this, a rose among many thorns. alicia