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Archive for November, 2009
…wood beating skin
plastic striking steel…
Sweat and smoke and decibels aplenty,
Snorting a buzz through a rolled up twenty.
…strobing light thru fog
four string thunder…
Whiskey in a bottle, weed in a bowl,
Lucifer in leather, snatching up souls.
…the golden god’s primal scream
Underage girls await in their beds,
While visions of dollar signs dance in their heads.
Beware the dead, for sometimes . . . they arise;
It seems they’re discontented with the grave.
Pallid skin, missing limbs, and rolled-back eyes.
Necrotic ne’er d’wells tend to misbehave.
The zombies stagger onward to their goal,
never stopping, unable to feel pain.
Single-minded, lacking immortal souls,
forever moaning their desire: Brains.
But alas, fear not; all hope is not lost.
Well-placed head shots can help keep you alive
Keep your gun loaded, no matter the cost;
Remember this in order to survive:
Keep your cool when the fan’s struck by the crap,
And most important, always double-tap.