It Doesn't Mean Anything

It's just a silly TV show, no need
To make it more than that. A place
A lot like where we live is overrun
By zombie hordes. These creatures
Look like you or me, but they are
Dead. They have no homes or
Jobs, yet they still want to eat.
They stagger toward the things
We have. We see their faces,
Recognize them as those with
Whom we'd been friends, but
Now we have to smash their brains
To save ourselves. A single bite
(A layoff notice), would be all
It takes for any one of us to be
Turned into one of them, but you
Can see it's just a show. It isn't
What inspired me to buy
Myself a gun.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-07 at 19:37

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