Poetry from Vijay Nair

Whore Poets


Poets we had against war

Poised in voice a roared lion

Polecats they fumigated rulers

Poker- faced all in funeral parlour

Poets that genre left a vacuum

Whore poets a new genre,

her Vagina a maze into womb

in Rotten eggs of her publisher

His heavy stroke vying into

Her soft surface of vulva

Fame of odium wafting

the Heavy unpleasant odour

An emetic; a cause of vomiting

From printer her copies

all Waffles her vacuous !!!!


©-Vijay P Nair -2017