Cyber Vampire Cafe', a short & funny poem

[eleventhson]

A short poem I wrote and was published online back in Nineteen-Ninety-Nine when the Internet and I both were younger and offended many people then just as I'm sure it'll offend somewhere sometime now but be that as it may it's still a fun read to me, still puts a smile on my face, so now I present:
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Title: Cyber Vampire Cafe'
Summary: A poem about an encounter between a vampire and a willing victim, graphic
Keywords: Poem, MF, SM, vampire, rough, blood, caution


Cyber Vampire Café (1999)

By

Me


"Strip, b*tch, and up against
the fucking wall, bee-yatch
you're just a fucking sl*t
a piece of meat for me to use
a rotting carcass of decaying flesh
your blood for me
my cocktail of life
the only interest begotten . . .

. . . I said fucking strip, b*tch
take those panties off now
no I aint gonna suck no bleedin'
fuckin' c*nt you stupid cow you
now arms up legs apart
time to be bound
so that I may feed . . .

. . . what? Will I tell your family
that your death was useful to me?
of course not, b*tch, cattle
only come from cows and bulls
not mothers and fathers, stupid calf
lean of meat, flowing of blood
soon to be absorbed into MY veins . . .

. . . nah, this ain't no fuckin' game
cyber or real life, all the same
gag you? Sure. I'm into blood
stupid vamp wh*r*, not pain . . .

. . . Now this will only hurt for a little while
until the wheel of life turns
no, shut the fuck up, I will not
I can not give you release
until the act is done
by then it won't matter to you
your soul will be consumed by mine
your identity of self gone
fuck no of course this is real
now shut the fuck up, blood donor . . .

. . . ah, that's good, don't struggle
well, yes, maybe you should a bit
that damn ball gag is obviously not working
here, a swift slice of your bare tits
should shut you up for now
no, I don't care that you don't want that
you're fucking cattle now, not a human
your udders are mine to slice
you blood mine to mix with your milk
creating a Massai cocktail for my pleasure
my cock up your tail
only to tease you . . .

. . . might as well relax, stupid Goth wh*r*
that you are,
it'll be over soon
you thought this was a game
will now you know it ain't
not to those who need the blood
and power and shit and piss and phlegm
of others to consume . . .

. . . ahhh, it's over now, feel better?
guess you can't answer
since my canines accidentally poked holes in your trachea
doesn't matter cause moments soon long
mean an eternity coming for you forever . . .

. . . nice thing about a
cyber vampire café
is that we can do this again tomorrow . . ."

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