Zombies you say?
Thank an omniscient
nonexistent being
that someone noticed.
So what, he ate
another guy's face off,
we're surrounded by zombies.
Look at them,
looking at pictures
and drooling.
Our cultural cuisine,
We feed off the brains
or at least ideas
of others,
and wander the
earth aimlessly.
An act of cannibalism
to make you see
what's bee in
front of your faces
for years.

The End

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