The Top

False men, all of these.
Heads like summer hams,
And eyes that plead for blood.

Fat, crackling tongues
Spark dishonest engines
And dribble on the bones.

Baby fat slimed hair,
Purple, pulsing veins,
Feed into a vacuum.

Corndog fingers stroke,
Sultry words spew out,
And drench wide open ears.

Loved by all their haters,
Hating all their lovers,
And feasting on the flesh.

Reviews

[Dreamer]

great description... well penned (:

[Latifa]

great imagination and description

[Jwakefield]

Thank you as always Latifa :)

[FantasyGuy]

Some good stuff, money does consume a good portion of us.

[Jwakefield]

Indeed it does. Thanks for the review!

[Distantview123]

So true! I wrote a poem with a similar message, called "Fat Cats." You nail your colours to the mast here in eloquent style!

[Jwakefield]

Thank you so much, I'll check out yours :)

[Pryde Foltz]

The rich will eat themselves. Great grotesque here. Awesome piece.

[Jwakefield]

Thanks Pryde, keep sending me reading requests.

[Pryde Foltz]

I will and thank you.

[Rose of many colours]

Hmm , sounds like the politicians, and the planters in the caribbean during the time of slavery.. thank you for sharing

[Jwakefield]

Thank you for reading, it seems that many people have found success by breaking the backs of others.

[Rose of many colours]

Yes Quite true I wish If people would realized by now that mankind was emancipated eons ago, even if it feels like yesterday to some...

[Sami Khalil]

A lot of people rise to the top fair and square but there are others who rise on the back of victims and illegal activity belonging to militias or mafias or hate groups. They feed on money , drugs and power...A splendid poem...:)

[Jwakefield]

I appreciate it always, Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)