“Exceptions to the Instinctual”
by
The Draculaian fang
is really only for grip.
Mouth forms a salacious
sucker draining the body
of all its fluids.
The heart an aperitif.
Don’t listen to the others.
That fool Van Helsing known
to prance about his boudoir
inappropriately attired in nothing
other than thigh high boots,
practicing his crucifixion rebuttal
in front of a wall mirror.
Someone substituted the hair
from an ogre’s dong into
his mother’s precious locket.
The smell of which he would
describe in despair as substantially
stronger than a generation’s decline.
Biblioklept 
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