a trite little poem i wrote at lunch time…

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disclaimer: this is fiction and was written in an attempt to dispel some anger…i am not actually a violent person…

“go to lunch NOW!” the bossy blonde said
when she talks to me like this, i see RED
if she is ever bitten by a zombie, she’d better watch her head
because i will be the first in line to shoot her dead

 

 

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