Zombie Mimes - Holloween Horror
They're out there on the streets
I can see them as I crack my blinds
They're passing by so silently
I'm to freaked to step outside
I know that if they catch me
They'll put me in an imaginary box
And keep me there til midday
Where they'll have my brains for lunch
Or tie me up with an imaginary rope
To an imaginary tree
And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller
Like a bad episode of Glee
Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides
Long before they became the preforming dead
I've been uncomfortable in their presence
Could it be because of something they once said
Wait...now here they go
Pretending to walk against the wind
Will I ever be able to venture outside
Will this silent madness ever end
I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus
Or even how this all went down
I only hope and pray it doesn't infect
Any of the Circus Clowns
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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