Now, this week happens to be a little busy for me, but you are all so very important to me that I had to do something for you. So here is the very first poem that I ever put up on the Undead Poet's Society, the one that made me a charter member. A little flashback full of Zombie love.
The Zombie's Point of View
Lisa Gail Green
It’s all I can think about,all I can see,wherever I look,they’re calling to me.Oh yes, they are hiding,inside of their shell,and I know what you’re thinking -I’m going to Hell.But really how can I?I’m already dead.And it’s not like there’s muchleft inside of my head.Just a ravenous hunger forwhat’s inside yours.Oh, I used to like muffins andtacos and s’mores.But now that I’m dead,those things will not do,I have to have slimy,and squishy brain stew.Scratch that – don’t cook it,it’ll lose all its flavor,the meaty thick texturethat I love to savor.It’s not like I askedto become walking-dead.But now that I am,it needs to be said.I may not be fast,but I’m very persistent.So sit back and relax,it just hurts for an instant.