[ I'm growing pathetic by the hour]
Vampyre Douche had a love-hate school,
Those were wretched times,
Fangs weren't cool.
Bram Stroker hadn't dawned yet,
A research says,
He was called Batman's pet.
Got sucker punched,
Got a hunch.
Resembled the crooked man,
Picking at lunch.
Bullied and butchered at every class,
Managed to be in a relationship
That didn't last.
Heart-broken, her blood unsucked;
He left her a note,
But it didn't work.
Had a friend with a bird-like name,
The only one who knew
About his passion for blood and games.
Adamant to look unlike the rest,
He wore clothes from the graveyard's best.
Now all the hot chicks,
Turn their heads.
Trapped on sight,
The rest is broken beds.
Then came the much awaited Valentine's night,
He hooked up with Angela:
The one who loved to diet.
Well, his Valentine wasn't bloody at all
Got too pissed and bloodied the ball.
Next you know,
He's hanging behind bars.
Whoever said,
Chicks dig scars!
And the research points out,
He's still called Batman's pet.
Perchance, its his only regret.
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