Boris Johnson, Vampire Of London

from The Great British Grind Off by Raised By Owls

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The shadows he does roam, on the dim lit streets of London town.

He’s stalking his prey, ready to feast on an innocent’s neck.
Their pulsing veins, split with his fangs – their blood, he drains!

Pierced flesh, blood flows, into the darkness their soul goes.

Oh, Sweet Vampirism.

On the high chair he does sit, modifying conduct as he sees fit.
Mayor by day, Dark Lord by night. A heinous creature hidden in plain sight.

His thirst for blood cannot be quenched.
This city is ruled by the undead.
Close your curtains, lock your doors.
Awake all night with bated breath, an unrelenting fear of impending death.

White pasty complexion can no longer withstand the light of day.

The beast awakens, daylight now seems such a distant past.
At nightfall he rides, listen out for his resounding laugh.

On his bike he does now ride, countless bodies he’s had to hide.
Rivers of blood that have been spilt, remorseless face shall show no guilt.

The evil one who walks among us, calls himself the Mayor of London.

His Thirst for blood cannot be quenched.
This city is ruled by the undead.
Boris Johnson, Lord Vampire.
As the moon does rise he shall take flight, across this city on his Boris bike.

The Shadows he does roam, on the dim lit streets of London town.
By one name he is known; Dark Lord Boris Johnson, Vampire of London.