Vampire Farmer

Silly Poem
Written By Matt Antis

Dry skin within
Parched shout without
Context invites fright
To well-armed farmers

Pick a pitchfork
Any will do
Throw torches at porches
Reroute your voiceless shout

Mortal poor small farmer
Visited in fire by vampire
Fear made real
Dry well runs red

Heart’s skin beats again
Shout spills will
Power’s stem’s dim
Wit waxes taxed

Farmer farms farmers
One remains stained
He tarries to bury
Bodies lie like uncut sandwiches

He licks his parched lips
Descends into the well for a dip
After the well-armed are unarmed
As the Vampire Hunters are farmed

Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

https://inkjotkingdom.com
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