It's a Curse To Own a Hearse

Instead of being a chick magnet, my vehicle is a curse. No woman will go out with me because I own a hearse. I bought my hearse because it runs great and it was dirt cheap. But when women see it, they slap my face and call me a creep. I finally got a date with the woman of my dreams. But when she saw my hearse, she ran and screamed. Women don't want to make out where corpses have been. Because of my vehicle, they won't date me, they find other men. If you already have a bad love life, making my mistake will only make it worse. Women will not date a man if he drives a hearse. (I got the idea for this poem from a TV show that I saw.)