Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Vampires


Warning: the thematic persona of this poem may offend some readers?

There exists
a certain class
comprising
preying people.

Who strive
emotionally
earnestly endeavour
to enlarge
personified problems.

Using optical illusions
to promote increase
strife awareness.

To stimulate
desired sympathy.


Dug in staunch
chronic sympathy seekers
sell a perverse mixture
comprising bullshit
chickenshit
fish boned gut
seaweed and fresh
horse manure.

Neglected apathetically
chronic sympathy seekers
do indeed ripen
copiously
unless lanced
with indigenous
frost flaming fortitude.


Being listless emotion leeches
sucking compassion
chronic sympathy seekers
tend to leave sought
languid victims drained.

Such spiritually void people
regularly sinuate schemes
to make common misfortune
magnified problems larger.


Carry poverty
with dignity.
No pretence
no attempt to hide.

Look it squarely
straight in sickly eye.
When faced with vigour
adversary will often flinch.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Friday, July 09, 2010
Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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