One of My Favorite Birds: 43rd Post

the vulture eats between her meals
   a bottle fly, a pair of eels
a rotting carcass in the ditch
   a taste to make your stomach hitch
to tide her o'er till dinner bell
   a politician straight from hell
putrid, lifeless, soulless lout
   see the vulture crunch his snout
swallow his ears, his fingers, a toe
   spit out eyebrows, the tie must go
even the vulture has her limits
   she vomits him out in a matter of minutes
   

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