Cuttin Drac some slack

I think its time to realize. Vampires are only ordinary guys. Who happen to like a redder wine. Why not? As long as its not mine. How can they not but feel rejected? Looking in the mirror, Not being reflected. And how do you work a steady job? When you're running from an angry mob? And as for that nonesense with the sharpened stake. Hey c'mon guys, give me a break. Any fool can see its got to hurt. Ruins his day, and ruins his shirt. Its high time we became more lenient. That hammer and stake, so inconvenient. Would you like to have it done to you? Just for drinking a wino or two? And as for garlic, Well what the hell. Show me a human who likes the smell. The smell of garlic on you're breath. Is the social form of living death. Granted, vampire discrimination. Is based on solid imformation. Its hard to know where you're neighbors at. When he happens to be a part time bat. As long as he keeps his bad side hid. Who cares if his bedroom has a lid? His one bad habit thats got to go. Is this one of taping the springer show. Theres plenty of people who sleep all day. To rise when the sun has gone away. Its no big deal, What does it hurt? If he wants to sleep on native dirt. The man can't help his own designs. You try to floss those long canines. He'll always be a pale white mman. Go up in flames befor he'd tan. So if at night, you hear soft wings. Its him going out for a couple of things. Be a friend, You know you can. Remember he's a drinking man. Some say that life can be long. Some say its hard, But their all wrong. Unlife is longer and harder by far. Ask any vampire, wherever you are. Nobody loves you, you never see light. You have to wear formal wear every night. If you give a girl the eye she'll think, You only want her for a drink. They'll hunt you til they find you're bed. Fill you with garlic and cut off you're head. You're history, and all it took. Was a fool who read a comic book Yeah, go on and ask him, How does it feel? He'll say imortality isn't for real. But you really are so brave to check. And don't you have a nice white neck? About that time, you should say goodby. Tell him you're really not such a brave guy. Say its been nice, now good afternoon. Go home lock you're door, It'll be dark soon. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 01:02 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 14