Bengali Vampire Scammer
A dark doggerel told from the perspective of a unique predator: a Bengali vampire who moonlights as a daytime scammer. This poem explores themes of predation, deception, and the grim realities of a modern ghoul.
7/31/2025
A creature who sees many times,
Practically by having more eyes.
Scammer by day then at night.
A fly on your corpse like many flies.
A bengali vampire officially,
I prowl usually in the dark.
All the streets at night my haunt,
Prefer to kill discreetly in a park.
Drawn to the scenic at night,
I can see in the city darkness.
People like the stories of us,
Like women who like to undress.
There's nothing christian about us,
God is sort of the adult's santa.
You can't show a cross to stop me,
Or by chanting Rama or Harekrishna.
Ostentatiously open my fly,
I fuck you before you know.
You are a corpse easily,
I relish your sweet meat slow.
Carefully biting the flesh,
Sucking the blood stale.
Rotten is cool worms full,
My face turns others pale.
In the day I run it brisk,
Scam is the only thing that sells.
Gullible fools with raging greed,
Easy to lure into my spell.
Rice pulling or red mercury,
Hydrogen gas facility and more.
Like leaders we morph the tales,
I invent scams not known before.
Once we get the money from them,
Never pick up afterwards any call.
The cops are with us always,
It's their fault that they fall.
Then in the night as a blood blight,
The scars never heal.
Not a stereo pin-prick but a gash,
Fun the merits of my steal.
Livers and heart I keep as art,
Souvenirs of my trade.
Every night I bite another win,
I am what I have made.