Prompt: Write an infested poem

During the Legislative Session

This place is crawling with lobbyists
and their plastered smiles and practiced
sleight of handouts hidden in fixed
handshakes. They smell power and swarm,
corner you in bathrooms, on slow elevators,
blind you with the golden flash of name
plaques pinned to left lapels. They roam
the halls seeking a warm and willing
host to hatch their agendas. If you let
them get too close, they will burrow
into your office, feed off your kindness,
take tiny bites of your soul.

~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013