Like an unstoppable force.
Carved from the pitt.
A walking apocalyptic engine of hate.
Run run says the woods by the lake
Roots and brush rise up to grab a foot.
Who wears high heels in the forest anyways?
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Momma’s gonna give you life after life
To exact her vengeance upon idiot teenagers
Who insist on camping at Camp Crystal Lake
And investigating strange noises
And not getting the woopty woop out when people start disappearing
Because, you know, it’s only our imagination…
Guns, nah son.
Telekinesis actually worked in Part 7
But how many of us are telekinetic?
(Or would admit it online)
Hit him with a car?
Hit him with a rake
(Why did the only black kid in the movie actually try to use a rake.
Come on brah.)
Best bet is www.hulksmash.com and pray.
[Poem #184. Context: Yeah, I’m a fan of the movies, the only time of the year I watch is when it’s actually Friday the 13th. Oh, how I love the ’80s and yes, the first one was the best.]