Goerge Hamilton trying to get out of a tanning booth with a prehistoric saber toothed can opener?

I just did in an excercise in my programming class where I had the students write a program that by simulating a vampire needing to feed everynight, and thereby converting another human into vampire - how long would it take to convert all the humans into vampires.

Turns out it takes just about a month to convert 6 billion people.

one of the "proofs" that vampires don't exist - but it makes a few arbitrary (and silly) assumptions.

as for the poem here - I feel like I need to munch on it more, but I do so hesitantly because there isn't much room for interpretation (not quite getting it).

I do like some of the bits in it:
"neck knives
red drops
stained scarf" is cool.