Zombie Blues
It is not fair what time has done,
this plague has not been much fun,
making my skin from bones to fall,
and now I truck with hungry thrall;
my muscles slide in bloody mess,
no longer care how I should dress.
How do these bones still hold me up,
only to chase live peeps to sup,
the living think, I feel no pain,
but do not seek a spike to brain!
Now all I want is faster feet
and getting some fresh flesh to eat.
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