Visit With The Vampire Poem by David Harris

You mention a vampire
and your thoughts turn to Dracula
that bloodsucking fiend
or a creature like that.
Protruding fangs and bite in the neck,
but they are not the only bloodsuckers around.

You sit there in a line waiting to be called.
The room is sterile and not what you would expect
from the home of a twenty first century vampire.
You feel a bit queasy
and wonder if it will hurt.

You see them go in the door,
but so far, none has come out.
No sounds come from within
and the willing victims beside me
are all filled with smiles and not a care.
Then a number pops up
and the next victim goes in.

The queue is getting shorter
and soon it will be my turn.
Then the one next to me goes in,
but they do not come back.
My face is getting paler
and I can feel my blood rushing to my feet.
I smile a little bit;
at least they will not find it there.

Then my number is called
and I go in without a whimper.
“Take your coat off
and roll up your sleeve Mr Harris.
This won’t hurt a bit.”
I instinctively do as I am told
and then she takes her needle out.

Advancing towards me
my eyes roll in my sockets
and my head goes spinning around.
She shoves the needle in my arm
and withdraws her portion
of my precious blood.
Everything goes white
and I feel myself thump to the ground.

Someone is slapping my face.
“You can wake up now Mr Harris it is all done.
We will see you next week.”
Not likely if I can help it
and then I get the hell out of there
and down to the pub to get a pint
of Guinness to get my circulation going around.

Well, they do say Guinness
is good for you
especially after visit with the Vampire.
Now I am going
just to test their theory.