[vampire Rige] They Never Whine

[suitov]

Good evening. I detest poetry, I detest my fellow vampires and I detest you. I think that about sums it up.

Grievance: a villainelle

I make an uncongenial host.
No bodies ever come to dine.
My subtleness I miss the most.

A shadow of my self; a ghost
(I blame the loss of Basaltine)
I make an uncongenial host.

Impelled to posture, sneer and boast
Of every petty, sly design,
My subtleness I miss the most.

And when in bookish work engrossed
Or machinating plans malign,
I make an uncongenial host.

I'll never join you in a toast,
My dears, I don't drink (ha ha) wine --
My subtleness I miss the most.

My mind once worked as it was s'posed,
With poise I'd decades to refine;
My subtleness I miss the most.
I make an uncongenial host.

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