Zombie...

Again I wrote this senior year of high school.

A Picky Zombie's Poem:

"Oh the starry void, as empty as my head region!
I am, only one, of the countless undead legion.

These restless, lonely nights in which I meander,
Searching always for that precious head, free of dander.

From which I might chance to break apart,
from which I might chance to begin to start,

To slurp upon thy twitching brain.

Thee End."