Out From The Woodwork
Out from the woodwork,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
They have come to slur.
Hoping to stir up grudges...
And smear more sludge,
To antagonize those already angered.
On a campaign that remains negative.
To spew more swill,
From their burrowed crevices.
And they are given the attention sought.
To agonize those with an onslaught of their venom.
But they are the ones with their backs up against a wall.
Hoping a self praise,
Will erase their misdeeds...
From those too blind to see,
The sleaze from which they breed.