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He waited by the bathroom mirror then

Where he and his reflection once would meet,

But that illusion wouldn't come again.

He went down to the kitchen, took a seat.

His hunger for some toast 'came thirst for blood

But O.J. was the closest thing he had.

He couldn't leave for now there was a flood

Of sunlight which would melt away poor Chad.

So back into his crypt the monster fled

In trying to adjust to nightlife youth.

He could not make this coffin his new bed

And blood gave him the willies, tell the truth.

Eternity's a pain in his old back

For now he sits forever talking smack.

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