i’m not a
colonel i’m
a tramp. i’m
not ethereal i’m
eternal (if wishes
were ... ) ....
i’m not di
agonal i’m...
not... diurnal?
my arse
nal is not
a triumph!
it’s an
umph!
where i lie
i lay (okay,
i’m in a
lair where
there’s not
even a ray.)
(there might
actually be
a ray.)!
it’s just
another day
in a dreary
series of
soul-
sucking
flesh-eat-
ing...oops!
okay, okay.
it’s the
thick of
an even
darker
night
and
i am not
octagonal
i’m noc
turnal. i am
not a sphynx
i’m not
even the least
bit primeval.
i’m just
a run-of-the-
mill, blood-
and-gore
vampire
(coff! coff!
-in!).
i might
be less
entertaining
than you are
a square meal,
but here’s
the real deal:
take me
as you
want me.
i’m pretty
sure i’ll
always be
just as glad
to have
you any
way.
