Jessie Posted December 3, 2011 Share Posted December 3, 2011 Onward Christian Walkers There is a show on AMC, It's called The Walking Dead And it reminds me of the ones With books instead of heads They shuffle aimlessly through life They shamble all around They mindlessly convert until There's no brains to be found Zombie Haiku Brains brains brains brains brains Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains Brains brains brains brains brains Why Aren't You A Zombie Yet, Brian? I know that God does not exist And trust me, it is true I know that if he did exist That zombies would eat you But zombies don't exist, you see And you're still standing there And that is proof enough for me. ...If he was real, he'd care How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O Prince's Daughter The delicate epileptic jerking of your body moves in motion with my heart You shamble, shuffle; the silhouette of my love could darken the night Your breasts are like two half-eaten pieces of bologna left out for a week The scent of your rotting flesh intoxicates even the angels on high. Lo, even those with iron stomachs retch in pure rapture. Your terrific vision stirs me. Your staggering feet are like two wandering gypsies. Your tangled hair, a dove's nest. You are adorned like a queen, oh my love. Your intestines are like beautiful lace and ribbons. And that they are wound about your neck is a nice touch, if I do say so myself. Your pale corpse skin cracks with caked blood, reflecting the sunshine of our love Surely, I could not run from you, O vicious temptress I long to be trapped in your embrace. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBluegrassSkeptic Posted February 1, 2012 Share Posted February 1, 2012 I love how you changed the beauty of solomon's daughter around. Brilliant! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stryper Posted February 1, 2012 Share Posted February 1, 2012 well done Jessie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheBluegrassSkeptic Posted February 13, 2012 Share Posted February 13, 2012 I totally forgot about this thread and I meant to add this one in...it's kind of a prequel to becoming a zombie...I have artwork for it somewhere...like a kid's book haha... Scratching, Scratching at My Sore I have been scratching digging At the growth above my hip. It seems to squirm around in it And makes it hard to sit down---- And my scratching ever constant burrowing Like that of a mole furrowing Has made my skin appear to be yellowing in the sun---- But my scratching at this thing Made my skin begin to bleed And like a rotted seed My flesh has now begun to recede and peel---- Scratching, scratching at this sore Doctors say don't worry But it seems to be getting furry And yesterday I was in a hurry To get my ointment from the drug store. Tonight I lay her scratching ripping off my night shirt My sore beginning to fire an awful hurt Giving off a contemptuous squirt on to my carpeted floor. Then a sizzle of acid Burning smell of carpet Something reminiscent of a tar pit Smoldering in my poor hip begins to rear its ugly head---- And I keep scratching Fingers coated with grime Reeking a foul, odoriferous yellowish slime As chunks of my flesh ooze off in quick time To feed my doggy on the bed. What kind of damned infection.... Some scientist's new creation? Leaving me with no salvation As I keep scratching, scratching at my sore... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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