Poem: Property Manager

With flat eyes like a Reptile
It stands before me;
all my words deaf to it's ear sockets.
With snarls and spite
the creature foams in it's rage at me.
No communication here,
no compromise or debate.
My purpose is peace
and a home free of sickness.
It's purpose is stopping me
from any of my desires.
No thought in it's head.
No feelings in it's chest-cavity.
Even when our goals are the same,
It would wound it's own flesh,
just to spit in my eye.
Turn the other cheek
and
love thy neighbor
I believe.

But this Lousy Cunt
has it out for my Nuts.

Poem: Dellusion

I have just discovered
that the reality behind
which I have been laboring
for so many years
is a complete sham.

I have long suspected and intuited this,
but I have finally obtained concrete proof.

There is no such thing as authority,
or those that know better than you.
They are all pretenders and scam artists;
Those who enjoy control, for some reason.

I do not desire to control, only to love.
Apparently I was dropped in the wrong world.

Poem: Ye Vampire!

The Ingratiating Insect.
Flea-Fang Sucker of man.
Ingrate,
Suck-fly,
wormy-maggot,
human impersonator.
The stomach churns at his smile,
his faux-joy at seeing me,
his latest blood-giving victim.
Sucking fang-tooth.
Freak.
Inglorious Imp.
To feed him once binds the contract.
Then he gluts his corpulent greed until destroyed,
or the victim is bled dry-white.

Begone Bastard Vamp-child!
Go suck another's flesh!
I'll have no more of you...
today.