Jason Voorhees Eyes Poem by Kevin Patrick

His hair is John Doe smooth
His swaggers your demise
He stalks for savage Youth
He's got Jason Voorhees eyes
He'll reap his skills on you
You'll be running for your life
He's pure as slaughterhouse stew
He's got Jason Voorhees Eyes


And he'll chase you
And He'll flay you
Just to serve your best deserts
He's ferocious and he's focused
And knows how to make death blush
He's got a Michael Meyers guise
He's got Jason Voorhees Eyes


He'll turn you into shish kabobs
To quench his Appetite
His rage is like a plague of h-bombs
He's got those Jason Voorhees eyes
He'll lay a pitchfork in your chest
Lay you down and slice and dice
Until you look your butchered best
He's got Jason Voorhees Eyes


He'll delouse you When he mows you
On your knees when your blood spews
He's remorseless and he knows just
To make a massacre his opus
Watching lovers as he spies
He has Jason Voorhees Eyes


He'll dispatch you
With a corkscrew
Just to stew you
Until your guts spew
His rage
Is magnetized
He's got them
Jason Voorhees Eyes
He'll expose you
Watch you turn Blue
And your bones chew
Until your flesh is just goo
He's the heartthrob
Four you to die
He's got Jason Voorhees Eyes