The Ghoul
The ghoul in the corner
Sits with a grin
At the people around her
Sipping their gin
She knows not about them
Nor them about her
And as she feeds on their souls
She can’t help but wonder
If these people would be better
Without her in their life
To sweeten the good
By worsening the strife
But watching them drink
She shrugs off her doubts
They’ve never known happiness
Through their drinking bouts.
The ghoul in the corner
Sits with a grin
At the people around her
Drowning in gin.
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