The Vampyre

 I am not a vampire by choice … the children I love have long since lost their voice … to a virus simple but lethal … if you can’t wear a mask deem yourself feeble

for yours is not the view point … if you’re the bishop only the enemy would bother anoint … because who else is as limited as one … to let a piece of cheesecloth let our fabric be undone

once self-centric from the vine foothills … placing all trust in panic driven pills … believing in those you consider high class … the peril of the elite afraid to wipe anybody’s ass

from what you call ghetto only in mind … you plucked from a gene pool inferior in kind … just because he was able to make you smile … from a one yard memory he pledge to you a mile

knowing you’d be done with him soon … let him pedal his bike to your moon … even bought him a Raleigh toward your notion … that you gave a fuck about his true motion

and so am I not a vampire now … with too much regard for the sacred and the now … all this time you laughed at my bleed … you now miss my neck when it’s time you feed

wrote this in seven minutes ….

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