The Zealous Zombie. For Halloween.
Posted On : Oct 30, 16
A zombie walks down the street,
rotten skin, shuffling feet
Smiling at the passersby,
ghoulish grin, dangling eye
He greets his neighbors cordially,
moaning groans, children flee
Puzzled by the things he hears,
screaming voices, streaming tears
The zombie stops and looks around,
empty windows, shuttered down
Quietly he starts to sob.
fire, pitchforks, angry mob
Men come running, moving fast!
yelling, shoving, shotgun blast
The zombie falls, a second death.
broken, bleeding, gasping breath
The words slip from his ruined mug,
"But all I wanted was a hug!"
I wrote this silly little poem to add some fun to our Zombie-themed dress socks' packaging. The idea of how easily a passive zombie's quest for a human contact might be mistaken for typical brain-eating behavior stuck with me. It's lonely being undead!