The End of Times
There are Zombies in the graveyard,
wanting brains and being mean.
Looking for some people,
their favorite cuisine.
I'm waiting for the earthquakes
to tumble down my place.
Along with hail and brim stones
to task the human race.
Deadly plagues and sordid famines
are sure to be our lot.
With bugs the size of sparrows
darn impossible to swat.
Our Planet's going to suffer
and pain will be our curse.
When Zombies join with Lawyers
just to make a bad day even worse.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2019
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