CALL IT A VAMPIRE
by Ray O'Bannon


A creature most charming
Both witty and wise
Not mindlessly gazing
through dust covered eyes

So stylish, they'll tell you
So dashing, they'll say
No foul shambling horror
No reek of decay

The maggots are squirming
through holes in its head
They call it a vampire
I just call it dead

So elegant, handsome
Refined, they'll suggest
Not lurching about
with no breath in its chest

They'll tell you it's strong
They might even say brave
Not trembling and weak
as it sneaks from its grave

The maggots are squirming
through holes in its head
They call it a vampire
I just call it dead

They'll say it has fangs
and in this case, they're right
But it hasn't a soul
as it springs forth to bite

So spare them from hearing
the most dreadful part...
Its pitiful screams
as I puncture it's heart

The maggots are squirming
through holes in it's head
They call it a vampire
I just call it dead