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"The Suckers"

I really enjoy this poem. It's a tribute to how serious Jon and I were about being vampires. No, mom, I never really thought I was a vampire. We were "energy vampires", a term I know more than a few of you are familiar with. It's funny, too. I don't know about the 'Turks and the Bards' stuff but the 'psychic straws' thing is really clever. Enjoy and laugh!

March 17, 1994

We drink your essence drier than a bone
We enjoy your company, it serves us like a home
We play with emotion like playing at cards
We wager with devotion like the Turks or the Bards
We sip at your energy by using psychic straws
We lap at your wounds and hold on with our paws
We form a bond about us and encircle the prey
We retreat at dawn; there'll be no blood today
We take your energy and break it like a bone
We wash our waves over you and you mouth a fearful moan
We pounce and sink in claws; the gore is deep in muck
We take and take but never kill, for we do only
suck.
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