Fledgling

A dirty snivelling idiot Resting upon a high chair The King of the Gods And the God of the Kings Feasted on the hearts Of many young women And the money of more Than a few old men Spoiled and infested A lullaby is required And more than one tale Of heroes and the demons That rape and kill them If the Sandman is to visit Laughing, snorting fool Speech impaired and vision More often blurry than clear Kicking at the legs Of those undeserving Scratching at the faces Of those more nurturing An ungrateful little brat That would rather be Immortal than intelligent