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...Besides them we have the zombies,
by far easiest to contain,
they spend all day shuffling slow
to the nearest pile of cowbrains.
We throw them in every few hours,
(The meat we give to the werewolves),
they chow down in an ugly frenzy
until their undead bellies are full.
Strange thing most people do not know,
they only moulder when no fed,
keep them eating, they’ll go forever,
strangely immortal, yet still dead.
We got fifteen making the rounds,
from one of the last infestations,
hard to find since zombie sniping
has swept quickly across the nation.
They move so slow and one bullet
or blow to the head puts them down,
they're now shot like damn feral hogs,
where once they terrorized whole towns.
But it the good old USA,
with guns behind each blade of grass,
it was only a matter of time
before folks shot zombies for a laugh.
I can’t say I’m too mad at that,
my great uncle died of their plague,
and it’s not like they’re all that useful,
just shuffling around in pain.
But people do like to see them,
stare their own future in the face,
they love and hate mortality,
it’s a fate no one can escape.
Except, perhaps, these same zombies,
but they do so at a horrid price,
a sick mockery of mankind,
I’m telling you, they just ain’t right.

Across from them is the ghosties,
the oldest spook that we have known,
left-over electric energy
from the body, when life has flown.
These guys are a  to lock up,
we must use a faraday cage,
surround them with magnetic fields
to keep them from getting away.
Matter will not pen these guys in,
their enclosures take so much power…
but people love them, keep coming back,
some folks sit and watch for hours.
Now most ghosts are ravenous fools,
dn echo of women or man,
Driven on to scare the living,
well at least the ones who are damned.
The better souls doing their time
before they reach Purgatory,
sometimes come up and wave at folks,
it fills little children with glee.
A few of them can even talk,
create vibrations in the air,
some even will give out advice
on how to avoid their despair.
Priests are known to come here with folks
to point out the wages of sin,
forgetting the good ghosts will move on,
it’s just not yet their time to go in.
The raving ghosts we throw mannequins,
since they must have something to scare,
their minds too gone to know the difference,
or if they notice, they don’t care....

CONTINUES IN PART III.
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