"Psychic Vampires (HiveBloPoMo #8)" by Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)

Today was one of THOSE days... Some vampiric force has completely drained me of all energy....mental and physical... It happens.

Tomorrow, I'm going to need to do some serious decompression...... Meanwhile, here is a piece that started as a true statement in my notebook, but that (with the passage of time) became a false statement. Here's the question: Is the "STATEMENT" still "TRUE" even if the STATE that was descibed has now changed? (These are deep, philosophical concerns that require a purple, mutant bat-creature for a mediator...)

For my personal goals to reach fruition, I need to write 30 posts in 30 days in the month of November, but ADDITIONALLY, I am requiring that I also produce 30 bad poems in that same stretch of time. At the time that I wrote the note above in my notebook and drew that fun bat-fiend, I had notbyet composed my bad poem... (THE SHAME!) But now, hallelujah, YOUR poetry prayers have been answered... (And I can finish this blasted post and turn my back on this stressful and exhausting day...)

FUCK YOU, MONDAY! ....here's a poem, and it is bad...

#008
Greasy French fried spuds
Dripping death into your veins
You gotta love it!

Dreadful. My worst yet??? We'll find out at the end of the month! Thanks for stopping by and doing some #HiveBloPoMo with me! Later!!!

---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)