Written as an exercise during a creative writing class at uni.
When you are finally dead
When you are finally dead,
back as a zombie,
I can put a bullet through your brain,
would so enjoy your red blood rain.
your heartless abuse.
got a couple of sharp stakes,
Please don’t spoil it by getting cremated.
get buried in the earth.
already wasted too much space.
I don’t want to ruin a decent pair of shoes
on your grave.
God, the queue for that would be huge.)
you are finally dead,
doubt you’ll be missed.
will hold a celebratory wake,
which me and my mates,
get completely trashed
we won’t even mention your name.
you are finally dead.