If Zombies could talk they would
probably sound just like you.
You’re just a walking stick of bones
with a speech impediment.
Dull and lifeless,
it seems you don’t have a clue.
You shamble around in a daze,
seemingly half crazed, while spittle
forms around you in a pool.
Your brain must be brimming with
maggots all the way to the core.
Hey, your ears are bleeding profusely,
and here I thought I was just being ignored.
Wait here, I’ve got something for you that might
clear that up…..
Steady, Steady, don’t move, click BOOM!
All Better my friend
O.O Zombie Poetry, from the eyes of the zombie. I’ve seen it all now! This was great 🙂 The last line is absolutely perfect. “All Better my friend”
Thanks…glad you liked..aim to please with morbitity (wait is that a word?)
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