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You’re my cheat scheme,
Sour on bitter respite,
You’re my mainstream,
My sweetest parasite.

You’re my impurity,
Head of termination crew,
You’re my deformity,
Humanity’s pungent brew.

Rip my throat so I can’t breathe,
Feed the rich and eat the young,
Venom makes the tendrils seethe,
Dead as follows I am stung.

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The following comments are for "Parasitism"
by AgainstElliot

getting there
I liked this piece. Though I would have dropped the rhyme for clarity it kind of distracts from the meaning of the poem for me. Though that is my two bit opinion.

( Posted by: bhagwandave [Member] On: May 3, 2005 )

Lose the 2-4 Rhyme?
Maybe lose the 2-4 rhyme? I liked it otherwise, interesting.

( Posted by: t [Member] On: May 8, 2005 )

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