Jay Moore Poet Rhyme

The Taste of Blood

The taste of blood does sour
Especially after an hour
But still I will devour
Won't help to cower
Above I will tower

The taste of flesh
Does not mesh
I must confess
Still, none the less
It leaves a mess

I was made human twice
Oh what did I sacrifice
Just play nice
Was my advice
Roll the dice
It will suffice

Go again, different game
Maybe one not so lame
Can achieve evil fame
Wait, what's your name
Is that why you came?
Me do not blame
I'm still the same!

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Caren Krutsinger November 19, 2018 at 4:45 AM Jay, I like it so much that you are in touch with your poet self! I am thinking that you may tire of this; word-speak can be so much fun. It was fun to read this. Jay Moore November 19, 2018 at 5:32 AM Depends on the Meds Caren. I can go dark so much easier than any else