SWINE FLU


You lay with swine in bed.
Whispering sugary sweet nothings in her head.


Her ventriloquist.
Nothing without someone to guide her lips.


A fallacious trick,
a travesty,
and Drunken sodomy.


I’ve ingested the syndrome, you mutually fed.
In my stomach it coils and bends.
Makes me sick.
This worm of insecurity sheds.


Starving to be me.
You are nothing without a host,
and I am complete.
This worm of absurdity.
And I am queen .


She feeds off you,
in stages you decay,
pandemonium,
yet you lay.


Crippled by her carnage,
I kill time,
Lingering.


I am the emperor of your imminent end
The swine cooks up her plan
A hag
Her little punching bag


You wish you were me
I have the power
I take the lead
Completely immersed in my supremacy
You reek of jealousy


The itch
Step back
Before I pull the switch
Blade of hate
Make you suffocate


I am chief
Emperor
The boss


You are swine
Hag
Host


And by my side
YOU ARE NOTHING
BUT A LOSS