ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE
We’re halfway through the month. Anyone have nominations for the Dumb Bastard
Award? I dropped a jar of wrinkle crème
on my foot and broke a toe, which puts me in the running but I’ve got a better
one.
Question of the Week: Who or what was Tammany Hall? (Hint—not some girl you knew in high school)
Zombies are IT these days.
They’ve surpassed vampires, who now come out in the daylight wearing
designer sunglasses and Grateful Dead tee shirts.
Personally, I don’t like zombies. They’re too “un”—unattractive, unamusing and
unintelligent. There has never been a
“hot” zombie or mad scientist among them.
They just shuffle around, breathing heavily, while terrifying or
revolting everyone.
The Internet is abuzz with banter about a Zombie Apocalypse
so I’ve decided to get on the bandwagon.
Here’s my take?
Zombie Apocalypse©
(A Road to a Past that Never Was)
FMHorner
The Zombie Apocalypse
has arrived
it’s been building for years
have you noticed?
mindless people
choosing candidates
by the color of a tie
and a 1950s hairdo
voting against
pants suits
gender, race
or sexual orientation
remember Einstein’s
wild and crazy hair?
or Churchill’s
cigar?
non-starters in today’s
appearance-driven climate
once again, the vacuous hordes
heed the call of hate
shuffling off
to the ballot box
to toe the party line
because that’s the way it’s done
no thought of consequences
or personal needs
automatons, entrapped by fear
of all that’s different
for whom dumb is in,
intelligence an abomination
knowing only the messages
of their leaders
these zombies follow the pipers
over a cliff to a past that never was
2 comments:
Damn good post this week! I am OVER the zombies in all their forms. Keep up the good work!
Ferne, Zombies are our alter egos. The lack of social graces displayed by their ilk is legendary. Really! It is impermissible for one to eat the brains of your hosts and still have cache'. I mean, really! You could also imagine zombies becoming smarter through ingesting their favorite staple.
Imagine smart zombies! Christ or whatever, a freaking mess. (Imagine a slavering zombie sitting in a drawing room discussing Descartes while nibbling daintily on your pre-frontal lobe. In-freaking-congruous!!)
Fun read, thanks Especially the poem. Getting a little dark but evocative.
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