Living With Zombies
I live among the zombies
They are all the same
No reason to feel ill ate ease
They only want to eat your brain
They’re not to hard to fool
The creatures aren’t too quick
Ingenuity and wit
Always end up in their stomach
The same jokes are tirelessly told
The eyes avoiding yours constantly cold
In the stores the same zombie clothes are sold
Unmotivated masses, a fright to behold
How do I tell the living from the dead?
Is there a difference in brains in stomach or in head?