She's A Zombie Corpse I Wouldn'T Mess With... Poem by Sam Wild

She's infested, almost infected,
She's a zombie corpse I wouldn't mess with.
She's after a man she can lock down,
She's after treasure and a shiny crown.
She's after a man who gives her love and affection,
She's after one who gives her everything, but deception.
She's the one that expects a hand out,
She's the one that causes him to drive out.
She's the one that wanted to connect with me,
She's too deep and too blind to see.
She's a stubborn female that needs setting free,
She's definitely not a female just for me.
She's waiting for my next words to fall,
She's waiting for me to reveal it all...

'You're infested, almost infected,
You're a zombie corpse I wouldn't mess with'.