Cannibal Common Toast Human Remains Zombies Roast
Sulfuric acid
Contact lenses blinded
As my eye see it's not
Pupils dilated as my spinal cord
Begins to rot
Skeletal remains where is my brains I haven't been chopped
Gordon Ramsay reminds me what's all the fussing and yelling about
Is it problematic would it be ever so this plan on it Disciplinarian
Vegetarian
and where are the way ward zombies
They want to kill and eat me this is the apocalypse
Where's my face and who stole my lips
Nevermore ravished
I can no longer kiss
Cannibal common human toast remains
zombies eating every part of me even my brains
This is the death
My last breath
The Horror Story
It's so boring
And gory I travail
I relish
I am just
Decayed flesh
Served on top-of a hay stack
Where is the ketchup in the mustard
Shed no grief for me
They dun are my feet
Make it so squiggly Wiggly screaming" where's the beef"
4/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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