Oak wood paneling covering the executive boardroom walls,
part of the plush and luxuriant decor in the Dracula den of profit blood suckers,
each day a confessional conclave for clandestine cravings,
the wet bar their well for drowning guilt's echoes during leech rivals
as they plot another feast of greed using power's fangs to drain lives.
Alone, the head of their corporate coffin for the conscience sips his bourbon plasma
sitting in the room, gazing at collection of art masterpieces that surrounds him,
attempts to adorn with beauty a soul that died when first victim was drained
insides never numbed to stakes of stress, bank account no solution for lack of peace,
silently subduing the secrets of the heart, which longs for spiritual portraits never painted.
Author notes
8. Vampires yearn for Zen.
A contest entry
- PIF Fun TIme by Riftkin.
625 points, ended September 1, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is great, thank you for entering my contest.
Many more poems are left in your quill I hope.
Riftkin
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a brilliant poem with some fantastic imagery we seem to life in a world of profit bloodsuckers everywhere as most poeple thrive nowadays for financhal gains good luck in the contest
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Lovely prose, with the truth laid out to be consumed by the unsuspecting. They never think they make to much as corporate profits are sucked up, shared out and the CEO if they are replaced will receive millions of dollars for being fired. The average worker's best chance is the state employment comission for a new job (without compensation for being fired). You nailed this for the reader.
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WOW i just thought it was about Vampyres
great story about Vampyres too and beautifully penned penman WTG
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