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Zombies

Strutting around
No head on shoulders
Brainless zombies

So who are
The real freaks
The heartless souls

Who are we
To defend
This swine

Are they worth
All the stupidity
All the nonsense

They think they are
The shit
The ones who rule

But they’re just
Zombies
Zombies are the human race

No original thought
No personal belief
They’re brainwashed

Humans
No talent
To speak of

Then, there is
Me…
Us

Others
We live
Set apart, special

I am proud
Not human
Talented and bewitched

Power runs through
My veins
Feeds my soul

I’m better
Than the zombies
Much, much better

©Beanie’s Poems from a Lifetime
July 17, 2009

Zombies

JailBird08

Portland, United States

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