You Are Screwed, Dude!

Or dudette as well. Blogger doesn't think dudette is swell. Says it is not a word. Pfft that is just absurd. What is it we are going on about today? Why it is such a awful day at every bay.

Jason is out.
Scream and shout.
Have sex too.
Then he'll stab you.

What? That's fake?
You mean I can partake?
A spring fling for me?
That may get a yippeee.

If I wasn't snip snip.
Have you got a grip?
Nope, not a one?
Let's have some fun.

I stuck a pin in a doll.
That screwed up you all.
I stomped on it too.
That pain was from my zoo.

I wrote 666 on your forehead.
Made you look at what I said.
It is invisible ink though.
I sent magic elves to your show.

They crept on in,
After doing my voodoo pin.
Pinned 666 to your ass.
Wait? What came to pass?

Was that luck?
Back up the truck.
Luck is a figment in your mind.
Sorry to burst your bubble, mankind.

As is everything I said.
No voodoo dolls will make you dead.
No 666 will do a thing to you.
Even if you have to add them at your zoo.

Oh no! That's math.
666 will suffer wrath.
And luck is full of shit,
But we've done that bit.

So as to the day,
With a 13 on display.
Wowweee I say.
And Pffft as I bury such nonsense in my litter tray.

It had to be touched upon once more as I heard nuts scream about it at my shore. Believe the day is bad there at your pad? Nah, I didn't think so. A number or day is not a scary show. No more likely to do a damn thing then a movie psycho in a mask. Look, you didn't even have to ask. The cat let you know it was all crap in mass. I'm just a helpful little rhyming ass.

Experience spring, have a fling.