THERE'S NOTHING BEYOND THIS POINT

Their Ancient cities

lie crumbling

rust covers

their war machines

their lover's bones

mold and dissipate

the horrible vampire queens

of Planet AIDS

once a paradise it was

beautiful, inspirational

with proud and gleaming

spires and towers

now only darkness

and ruin

dank odors and dread

the handful that remain

are beastial

cavemen at best

cannibals at worse

and the vampire queens

sleep fitfully

in their ageless

tombs of glass

awaiting the new race

that will come

with fresh blood

not tainted

by nuclear waste

disease

and de-evolution

non infected

fresh faced

creatures

that will lure

the vampire queens

away

from their cavernous tombs

they will feast again

and have sex

lots of sex

and produce more

twisted, gangregous

rancid offspring

the vampire queens

desire

blood and love

only its not real love

its only sex

lots of sex

wicked, wicked sex

but now they sleep

and dream

while above

the beast people

dine

on each other

and rats

huge fat rats

rodents supreme

repulsive and rotten

like cabbage

from a dumpster

with maggots

the images are not nice

such is

the spawn of vice

and the queens await

with eagerness

anticipating

the re funding

of our

space program