Short Bloodsuckers Poems

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Untitled #105 / Washington Midnight

On a Washington midnight thirteen bug-eating bats
descend upon the Air Force Memorial spotlights
drawn to swarms of their favorite insect dinners.
What a spectacular sight! Wings of evil crowding ‘round the spires!
But they cannot compare with the other species of bloodsuckers!
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Bloodsuckers

As so many of you already know, your hard earned money is gone in a flash. That’s what happens at any casino. Those bloodsuckers are just after your cash. An occasional win leaves you aglow. Back to those places, you will make a dash. Once inside, see how fast you lose your dough. It will be the same routine, a rehash.

Premium Member Bloodsuckers Blood Bank

Count Olaf Von Farlow was a few quarts low

He followed the scent, he followed his nose

Gonna do a fly-by, wide-eyed, don't you know 

Gotta do a fly-by low, to detect the flow

Now, Count Olaf's down, and he's blood bank bound

Incisors sharpened, with moldy, molded crown

That's "Olaf Von Farlow"...never hyphened

The Teller there, unaware...got siphoned
Form: Rhyme

Were Not Kings

Were not Kings
Just slaves
Or martyrs
But bodies that fill the graves
Harbingers
Hiding in stone conclaves.

Were not artists
But painters of death
Just lovers
Of our own breath
Takers 
Till there’s nothing left.

Were not angels
But ones who fell
Just writers 
Of the lies we tell
Followers 
Whom march to hell.

Were bellyachers
Ones who complain
Just bloodsuckers
Leaving a stain
Unwise
Creators of lifes pain.

Untitled

I was lost tryna find life's key Befuddlement Thinkin' the world needed to love G A Monument My vision was still cloudy, see? Poor Judgement My daddy wasn't proud of me He Wasn't Attention rushed in like a flowing sea Too Abundant Including bloodsuckers like riding fleas Too Indulgent Fell down surrounded by my life's debris Took Adjustment Tryna change and grow... reached out to HE A New Covenant And my Daddy has forgiven me Benevolent
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