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Bloodsucker (Limerick) by hobojo Like a nightwalker you needed to feed
Nothing could satiate your need
Just to hear the sound of your voice...
You were my drug of choice
For so long all I did was bleed
Up the ladder:
The Nights Draw In
Down the ladder:
Fraternity hazing the sheepdog
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Posted: December 6, 2002 8:06 AM PST; Last modified: December 6, 2002 8:06 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.618588 Overall Rank: 2222 Comments:
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Caducus @ 62.105.88.10
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6-Dec-02/8:41 AM
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Hobojo, quite the George Romero with this one
rhyme scheme, OK
but the rhythm is amiss. a fine poem, but not really limericky.
what are you trying to portray?
I think he is trying to describe the serious problem of his habitual bloodletting through the application of leeches (An ancient practice that is regaining credibility in modern medical circles). Of course, this would have initially been for medicinal purposes, but users have been known to develop a grotesque dependence on the practice.
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