Poem by Martin Anton Smith, 2021.

Don’t Walk Near Me,

Coz I’ll Eat You Alive.

I’ll Say What’s What,

And I’ll Spike Your Mind.

I’m Looking For Fools,

A Zombies’ Got Needs.

Ripe Brains Everywhere,

And Oh So Much To Eat.

Don’t Say I’m Walkin’ Dead,

For I Manifest Strength.

And I’ll Run Ya Ragged,

In The Midnight Streets.

I Rule The Airwaves,

It Only Makes Sense.

To Throw Hand Grenades,

Then Sit On The Fence.

So They’re Stealing Brains,

And How Did We Get Here?

We all Can Blame Ourselves,

We Fell Asleep At The Wheel.

Now We’re Chained Slaves,

Of The Living Dead.

For They Had You Believe,

It Was All In Your Head.

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