Zombies!!!
When the dead rise to walk the earth,
It won’t be to shamble aimlessly thirsting for blood
No, the corpses that walk these streets are headed to work
Zombie groans on the telephone
Broken fingers terrorize the keyboard
Empty skeletons are propped up on bar stools
Beer and whisky trickling off bare ivory
Fluids wasted on those who will never feel better
At home, the cold hearted cadavers lie loveless
On queen sized beds or stare blankly at the television set
Seeing nothing
No, the corpses that walk these streets aren’t ravenous
ghouls,
But souls like you and me whose light has been snuffed out
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