Well I’m a real dumb cookie—went out nocturnally;
the night was really dark—it was hard to see.
During day, no way I would rue it,
but I’m a goon—now I feel her chew it.

Bit me, and her breath’s hot,
you know, she bit me and her breath’s hot.
Bit me and her breath’s hot. . .
night, duh! not day.

She gloms on, gloms on, I gasp for air. . .
sucks my Type A; hemo’s her fare.
Drinks it down until I’m drained;
my veins go slack, yet she feeds again.

Bit me, and her breath’s hot,
but, oh! a tit squeeze, and her breasts, hot!
Bit me and her breasts got
right in her way.

Well I’m a real dumb cookie—went out nocturnally,
and now it’s only dark that is fit for me.
During day, you will not view me,
because I’m doomed, and my nickname’s “Chewie.”

Bit me, but it’s death not,
you know, she bit me. . .joined undead lot
Slits, me, where the neck’s hot. . .
biting away.