Zombie Nation

Zombie Nation short poem

Uploaded by Peter Anderson

Memory socks all tangled in a mental laundromat
Just another peasant playing the aristocrat

Treading water with dinosaurs, pajamas dragging me down
Dodging rubber bricks, thrown by a circus clown

X-ray vision in a room full of bones
Mass hypnosis coming through mobile phones

Trouble in the ant farm, the old gods are dead
Zombies are real so cut off the head

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Who am I?"- English by birth, Scouser by luck, living in South Africa by choice- Paid to cook, hypnotizes for fun and writes poems because I cant stop- Insomniac, chain smoker, sour worm addict- Bulldogs, Motorbikes and Liverpool football club- Dreamer, realist and slighty depressed
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