The Supplicant...

In beggars tones
Intoned
In servile supplication
suspended
In drudgery and decay
decried

The supplicant sings
for salvation
for sustenance
for something
for anything
for everything
Singing, screeching
Slaying sound
with semblances
of suffering
not true sorrows
but petty demands
without efforts
aside from these sirens'
sonic shrieks

The supplicant
sings its sloth
demanding the substance
others efforts earn
that it will not endure
in doing
but indeed demand
till doom

The supplicant's
shrill soliciting sighs
serving no masters
supplying no subjects
slicing through the air
like knives at envied throats
stabbing at ears
left open
like the unlocked doors
of fools' untended fortunes

The supplicant
sits slovenly
shooting stern scowls
and howling hellish vowels
that beg to bludgeon
non-believers
and dismember
all dissenters
that dare to deny
the supplicants
submissions
of petitions to
their pitiful, petty plights

The supplicant
 Supplemental
   to nothing
Superfluous
  to everything
Synonymous
  to pseudo-suffering
Revolting
 in their revelry
  of wretched
     rotten drudgery
Debauching
Demeaning
 all of things
A squalid stupid
squandering
of earth's entrusted
everything

The supplicant
subsists
like a parasitic syst
that by reason
ought not exist
but be gone
and never missed

the supplicant
endures
invades
and is never cured
the supplicant
prevails
and for this
nothing avails
so ignore the ignorant wails
of the frail that never fails
and leave the supplicant
to the infinity they lament
As they suffer every cent
and every sentiment
ignore the supplicant