for Prompt #2 in the "What's Your Line? contest
they sing and dance in litany
of passionate debauchery.
They ravage prey like wolverine.
Their cravings keep them up all night,
carousing 'til dawn's early light.
They strut around the guillotine,
while blood lust tingles on their tongues
and stench of death fills their lungs,
then stoke the flames with gasoline,
as voodoo chants call out your name
without a single hint of shame.