Brianna Poem by Sans Serif

A friend is someone you know
Who worries and will care for you.
Who, when you laugh they laugh
And will always be right there for you.
Though, trust me, you have all those qualities,
But let me be blunt and say
Listing all the things above
Is saying it the stereotypical way.
Now you, my friend, my reanimate,
Ye thing with Moondish Eyes,
You are special in your own way,
Now let me try to describe.
You're funny, but you're stange.
A stage I state as 'weird.'
You could probably go further
(though that is what I fear) .
Now you look at me and say,
'Whatchu talkin' bout foo? ! '
I'll simply shake my head and point
And then I'll just say, 'You.'
Your Zombie Eyes do haunt me
And your Strychnine is in my head,
But even though you lurk on earth
You'll lurk with me when I'm dead.
Your paper white skin and bulging eyes,
Your crazy, manaical laugh
Is what makes you, uh, you
And no other way I'll have.
So trust me when I say,
'WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU! '
Because inside, I'm really saying,
'That'll do, Zombie, that'll do.'