Body Snatcher

Sniffing with the old material's dust,

He roamed on empty streets,

Of cursed cities,

Writing on the chicken pieces,

With newly formed saliva,

He forgot a few moves,

Looking like a creep,

He welcomed the attention,

In messy public gatherings,

Judged by secret societies,

Followed by spies from other planets,

He attained the position of the charmer,

His body contributed to affairs,

Which redefined human desires,

Contaminated by pseudo personality classes,

He is still searching for something,

And poor people call him a body snatcher,

Though he doesn't look like one.