Zombies Poem by John Bliven Morin

The zombies ain't comin',
I tremblin' with fear,
the zombies ain't comin';
they already here!

Zombies in the alley,
zombies at the park,
zombies in the daytime,
zombies in the dark.

Zombies servin' fast food,
zombies shootin' pool,
zombies beggin' dollars,
zombies in the school.

Zombies in the gov'ment,
zombies in the law,
zombies that you can't see,
zombies that I saw.

Zombies could be neighbors,
zombies could be mates;
zombies could be relatives,
zombies could be dates.

Zombies usin' needles,
zombies smokin' pipes,
zombies just a-snortin',
zombies of all types.

Zombies hooked on crystal,
zombies hooked on crack,
zombies doin' coke lines,
zombies doin' smack.

The zombies ain't comin',
I tremblin' with fear;
the zombies ain't comin',
they already here!