Dead friendly zombies don't obey,
They wouldn't like to run away!
I friendly deadly, feeling pain,
Don't let them grab my tasty brain.
As you'd expect, the zombies came,
At least, they want to start the game.
Be reconciled with your mate,
And face with dignity your fate.
I think of what's the body's taste,
The one of zombies comes in haste,
Predictably, in perfect fit,
And says to me, "I'm loving it."
Out of the blue, he takes my hand,
And he is dragging me by land.
Just to the scaffold to my death,
I'm waking up with stopping breath.
Zombie Poetry
© Copyright: Игорь Поликарпов, 2023
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