The Vultures Poem by Snake Blocker

I loathe your being.
You think you are the innocent party,
Yet you do nothing as you wait for others to destroy me.
Doing nothing is your sin.
You wait to devour my flesh.
You wait to take what is left after I have no defense.

You're always watching me.
You're hanging around close enough to hear the gossip.
You don't believe the lies yet you are jealous of my success.
Doing nothing is your sin.
You wait to devour my flesh.
You wait to take what is left after I have no defense.