Act 1:
A vampire virus declares war on
His blood pump
Sucking youth
Leaving the child fragile and thin
Dressed in black shades
Hiding dark thoughts
Waging what seems an endless
Eighteen-year battle.
Intermission: popcorn, soda, candy, ice cream—WOWS!
Act 2:
Healed, the child grew manly
Flying to far off lands
Fighting his nation's wars.
The combat nights long
Collaborating with death.
Praying for survival to the only God he knows.
Intermission: a six-pack of beer and peanuts—liquid, sudsy relief.
Act 3:
Back home, the booze-ravaged veteran marries,
And the curtain goes up on horror.
To escape, he considers eating
A Hemingway hollow point.
Deciding on life,
He moves into a hermit's cave
With a two-year lease.
Intermission: wine, cocktails, Scotch on the Rocks—sigh.
"Last Act", the announcer says,
"Come on down and teach thirty-years American style."
A moldy torture chamber appears
With underage two legged viruses
Kicking and screaming
From bell to bell fearing
The grim reaper is closing in.
After the final curtain call,
A fruit smoothie, or a bowl of applesauce and prunes
Before bedtime.
The lesson learned.
When one drama ends,
A new cast appears on stage,
A new production.
Will it be a comedy this time?
Will there be more laughter?
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