Bad Medicine

A simple Poem depicting the goons of yesterday and comparing them with today. Hope you enjoy. Debauched Medicament
The bacchanal abactor is back again,
To play his gamewith a beele;
Drives his hunt away to the unknown,
This cacogen is wild and rides like a claviform. Repudiated by his folks,
He is in folklore’s and limericks;
His heroics though reprehensible,
He lives and is a true fabulist. Today the fandango has changed, He no more rushes for the wild;
This concrete jungle has more for him,
There is more in the life of human being. He sneaks in the darkness, Drives like a claviform in flight;
To hunt his prey – this time cold blooded,
This brings in dosh, loaded. His is fatidical and happy with his mactation, No more in folklore and limericks;
But in the gazetter every day,
Hides in the magnality grottos of today. He is many faces and many names, With one mission of obliteration;
His mammonism is immense,
His death brings in more manace.

Debauched