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Zombie Nights...

Hey, don't you know it, it's a cold and foggy night?
Cold zombie bodies, don't appear, in my low-light sight
Can't see for shit, I'm afraid, and it's oh so quiet
Yeah, you think it's funny... it really is a riot

I wish that it was you out here, I'd like to see you try
I'll bet that you would piss your pants, right before you die
We lost poor Jim Mc Gee, about half an hour ago
They just showed up in thousands, all standing in a row

We were all surrounded, back to back, and firing fast
McGee got separated, zombies had him; I saw last
He was taken down and partly eaten, then he just stood up
It all happened very quick, it was so rather abrupt...

You could hear them muttering, low and gutteral voices
Then they started coming, there were no other choices
We retreated as we fired, we left Jim McGee to die
Now he's chasing us, with them, "Shit, he's only got one eye"

Bloodly broken limbs, don't bother them too much
They keep right on a'coming, outstretched arms... just want to touch
As the circle tightens, and they gather in a bunch
Another man goes down, and he's midnight-lunch

We backed up and kept on firing, left them both to die
And I keep seeing Jim Mc Gee, staring with one eye
There are too many zombies, we'll never get them all
I see them coming out of stairways, shambling down the hall

Oh well, this is it, I got one shot left for me
I don't want to be like them; have lunch with Jim McGee

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Structured: Western
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Yesterday, my grandson was telling me a story about how he was playing a war game on-line, and him and another guy had to leave a couple of guys behind, when they got cut off and separated. This poem started writing it'self as soon as I sat down. ~ Gee
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I like idea of using a Zombie theme. The poem reminds me of the kind of shows that are on T.V at the moment, (There's been a show on this subject, can't think of the title).

good job


Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!

a new series on T.V. at the moment, and I can't remember the name either. LOL I have watched it a few times, and it may be where I have gotten some of my images. Great fun!
Thanks for the read and comments, Love ya, Gee

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