Zombies Zombies Zombies! – by Zombie Zak

Zombie Soup

Zombies know nothing of this thing called discrimination.
We have no conscience, no thought toward recrimination.
So much in Life is a gift worth fighting for
Even when the zombies are at your door.
Leave a bit for those who wreak the havoc, a little ration.

We’re coming to git you – this, have no doubt or fear
Everything you’ve ever loved, or even held dear.
It’s nothing personal, not a spiteful thing
We zombies just like to dance and sing
It’s in the spirit of things, we just want to make it clear.

Join the cause gory, enrich our ranks of zombie fun
We’re going to take the pitch and rawr out of everyone
So much that we can do and play
So many people who want to say:
We’re zombie, we’re here, where are ya gonna run?

So you’ve decided now, to try and ride this horse.
All rugged terrain and the escape refrain in force.
What are you all going to do
When the zombies come for you!
Run all you like, you’re still going to be main course!

That’s all that I have to say for now,
A little goes for a lot, even in the pot
It’s a part of the zombie manifesto
Everybody mixes in here with gusto
And we’re all in this until the end …

About ZombieZak

I am the night zombie! I am he who rides the winds of Doom, he who chases after cookies and bubbles!
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