Poem: Parasite (from my English extension 2 Major Work, subsection City)

Something vampiric in the fluorescent dazzle
That old sharp-toothed charisma. Yeah,
They say the city chews you up
And spits you – actually, the city swallows.
Life goes in, vibrant and enigmatic
News comes out in blood and LCD.
And you. Will. Just. Keep. Coming.
They say a hypnotist just needs a willing victim
So we all succumb, and watch the golden chain
And feel its pointed teeth just pierce our skin
And whisper let me in. Silver it soars and red…
There’s nothing like that old sharp-toothed charisma
Or the neon children of the night.