21 years old, Art Student, Illustrator, Photographer, Writer, Thinker, Existentialist.





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Monday, 4 March 2013

Dead Meat

Two zombies approach with feet
How do you like your spirits? I like mine neat
Twelve corpses groan and moan
Shuffle in time to my polyphonic ringtone
Eight ghouls dance to a deadly beat
Beneath the bright lights of Suburban Street
Five skeletons all made out of bone
All stop dead as I answer my phone
I say hello, I politely greet
Not knowing full well that I'm dead meat.

 

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