My Blood Bitches.
A ZOMBIE POEM
I am a zombie and I am dead
I’d like to eat that brain inside your head
I wear tattered clothes and my body stinks
Cos I really don’t care what everyone thinks
Blood is usually splattered all over my face
Proof that I’d like to eradicate the entire human race
Oh it’s nothing personal if I eat you now
If I won’t then my other zombie friends will do it somehow
So next time you see me walking down the street
Better start running coz I can hear your heart beat
No room for errors when a zombie’s chasing you
If we do we’ll turn you into human cordon bleu
- The Drugged Zombie
Undead scorchers for all you hot-blooded zombie-maniacs, compiled by your friendly neighborhood drugged zombie.
Enjoy.
Yes sweetheart, you taste good but brains just taste a tad better.
I can’t help it, I am a zombie.
I have different needs now.
So lemme see: Sex, brains, sex, brains..
Hmm.
BRAINS!
(ok maybe the sex is still good, yes?)