Bitten
When I get fresh, my dates usually hit me.
But last night I dated a woman who bit me.
I didn't understand until today why people fear her.
I was going to shave but I had no reflection in the mirror.
Women never go out on a second date with me when they learn I'm a dud.
But now instead of wanting to score with women, I want to suck their blood.
I have grown fangs and I'm facing a crisis that is dire.
I went out with a lady who turned me into a vampire.
When I looked in the mirror, I nearly crapped my pants.
I wanted to score with a woman but now I have no chance.
Women in this town don't want a man like me, they want men who are studs.
People had better lock their doors at night because I will be looking for blood.
I don't want to live forever but a vampire usually never dies.
But I'm going to expose myself to sunlight and bring about my demise.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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