Poison Takers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Hot booty shakers.
Thumping together their rhythmic rumps.
Exposing nearly naked pumping thighs.
And teasing eyes opened wide.
Awaiting for a taste that will satisfy,
An anticipation no longer hidden to fake...
Pleasures focused upon.
With intense concentration.
Hypnotized by activities to keep and leave them,
Prepared to welcome their own genocide.
Gone unnoticed.
Gone with no one left to recognize,
The value misplaced to be erased...
From their minds,
That time to awaken if it should come...
Will arrive too late to undo,
What they've condoned to allow.
While enjoying the beat,
That has completely swept away their minds.