Parasite
Lurks and crawls
Weeps and bawls
Hugs the shadows in your halls
Hugs your daughter and your son
Hugs the trigger of your gun
Pain and awe
Bloody shawl
I am just a moody pawn
Hate’s my fate when all is naught
My body starts its filthy rot
It beautifies my dreams
But Parasite, Parasite, why are you so mean?
See I am you and you are me
With nothing in between
I work and toil ‘til my blood boils
To feed the little kids
I’ve nothing left, a wretch, a mess
All for these little fiends
Parasite, parasite, won’t you do me in
Knife in spine, or pills and wine
It all is fine with me
A useless drone, I breathe alone
I worked to build this wretched home
My throat bleeds out, I will atone
My soul will be set free…
Oh Parasite,
Please don’t follow me
This is good! I don't know much about poetry so I can't be particularly insightful with my feedback, but I'd like to see more.
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