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