To be drawn
Feels like I've been sat here
Since the dawn
What would a vampire
Make of the result
Cry out in despair
Or in rapturous tumult
How's the haemoglobin
Holding out
Is my constitution wilting
Or am I resolutely stout
Will they find too much red
In my alcohol stream
Is my %ABV too high
Or can I only dream
Call my name, pass a smile
It's just perfunctory, all the while
Pull the strap, tap a vein
Plunge the needle again and again
Until the good stuff starts to flow
Write the labels so we know
If a strange malady lies within
Then actions appropriate can begin
But for the answers we'll
Have to wait
Anything till then is just
Speculation or debate
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