The noisome breath of his unbridled hatred
wilts even the healthiest of Life's vines
as with his deeds of compounded madness
he unfurls upon us yet another barrage__
Behold his snakelike form and lack of spine
as he slithers in your unprotected door
leaving within his tracks the secreted slime
of half digested truths and lies__
Then with his sticky tongue he licks your chin
begging you to let him stay
for without your confused subsidies
he would be reduced to nothing more
than one more pile of excrement
with a long protuding tongue
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-incompetence-of-a-near-sighted-incubus/
