Blood sucking sycophants
Suckling like mewling mutts
Buzzards encased in human form
Draining another like a vampire
Wrapped in their own desires
Soothed in others suffering
Taking all that they can, always
Returning nothing, stripping bare
Broken spirit and emotionless
They laugh as you struggle
Seeing the swirl into the gutter,
Like an eddy in the sink of the soul
Watching in pleasure your misery
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