The Head Of The Lamprey Commission

The head of the 

lamprey commission

gorged on my hip 

like a tap slammed 

through a wooden keg, 

I bled and bled some more 

but he kept on chewing, 

burrowing his 150 teeth 

deeper into my employment 

and practicalities, 

those who coast through life 

require a host, 

they approach softly, 

try hard to amuse me 

and then command 

my responsibilities 

whistle stabbing 

a mammoth tusk 

through my back, 

it's an unassuming attack at first, 

you fight with words 

but they're so well versed 

in hostage negotiation, 

the leech cornered me 

and took a running jump, 

he could sense his lunch 

was ripe so he tried 

to suck my life out for his, 

unfortunately 

he's just a segregated worm 

and he’ll never learn 

or be taught 

that he dries up 

and dies in agony 

at the first sign of salt