Movie Slasher Blues

There I lay, trying to sleep
But I don’t count sheep
I count bodies

Bodies of those who crossed my path
Unfortunate victims whom have felt my wrath
They make me laugh

Do you know how bad a dead body smells
In summer, it’s like they rot in hell
Must be buried soon

Why is it that movie killers never seem to
Have these problems? Not one but two
For the price of one

It should be easy to wear a mask
Take every bullet to the last
And come back for more

But in the real world, it’s not that easy
I try to sprout cool words and not be sleazy
They should write a
Slasher-for-Dummies

So what would you do
If I came for you?
Would you give me a scream
While I cut and make you bleed?
Or would you give me a bullet
One slug or maybe two?
And give me
The Movie Slasher Blues?