The Anointed

Throughout Vlads existence, many have followed to the point of earning Vlad names. Some have jammed with the band, some just were spectators. But nonetheless these individuals were there to the point of earning a name to be given by Vlad.

The following poems explain their names and how they earned them.

These poems MAY OFFEND. So don’t read them if easily offended.

Vlad The Addict

Many years have passed since you last played the drums.

Now you go it again, with no Methanone, all thumbs.

You’re feet ache and ache, no drum set, no loot.

You say you won’t make it, should’ve stuck to skin flute.

With eight tons of pasta on the kitchen shelf,

Vlad names you The Addict, a name you could’ve thought of yourself.

Vlad The Cretan

You grew up with Tom, from The Neighborhood.

We see you now homeless. Vlad gives shelter and food.

Yo Tommy ya heard, lets watch The Doors,

Splicing up wires, knocked to the floor.

Don’t need any water, a cologne shower will do.

Wearing girdle, The Cretan exits, with all our shit too.

Vlad The Draggletail

The party’s on, and everyone’s here

She’ll look good after some beer.

Daisey Dukes, just barely there,

Swollen lips, ass cheeks, cunthair.

Legs open wide for all to see.

The Draggletail, Vlads name to thee.

Vlad The Incapable

You came to jam, it sounds really cool,

But as the riff spirals down, you look like a fool.

For this mission, Vlad brought you along,

But as we jam out you’re on a different song.

Though impressive at first, now you suck.

Forever in the Insanity Plane, Incapable stuck.

Vlad The Manipulator

You whine and you bitch and eternally complain.

Just mention the name Melissa my ass gets a pain

You drag Scott around on a tight little leash,

Be home by ten, wax my thighs, I can’t reach.

Though the rest of us see, you do have him fooled

Before The big assed Manipulator, Scott sits there and drools.

Vlad The Philosophical

You make no sense as you ramble on,

No-one else gets a word in. SHUT UP MORON!

You think conspiracy, knowing so many Maureens

Drop it, it ain’t true, its all in your dreams.

As you try to be deep, you sound more like a jerk.

Vlad anoints you The Philosophical, with a sarcastic smirk.

Vlad The Presumptuous

Messages through music she thinks we spew.

Whats up Russ, she’s pointing at you.

A Piece of Ass looks at Tom, and HE’S in the shitter.

Oh no a quick smile, I think she’s gonna hit her.

Yelling and screaming, no reason at all,

The Presumptuous you’ll now be called.

Vlad The Shagged

Ah, The Stupid Chick. She seeks out Ron.

Oh what the hell, lets strap one on.

Help her out now, he’ll get what he needs.

He’ll get his grove on as payment received.

“Give me your number baby, its OK.”

As he helps her out more, she’s Shagged every which way.