Sin Gas, Sin Cajones

The headlines read "Pittsburgh is unprepared
For a sudden ramped zombie attack”. Too bad
Pittsburgh is nothing like Madrid. The Spanish were prepared
For their not so sudden attack.
Carl and I watched the army of Spanish zombies camped out
On a corner bus stop. I followed one while she, or rather it, lured
A business type tourist into a building. “I want to eat
Your brain” “Would you like your water con gas?” The price
Of a bottle of water was this attractions fee. “Come one, Come all” A midget stands shouting
In a top hat and red tailed tux.
“Men of all ages, do you dare test your heart and will and watch these undead ladies of the night In broad daylight?” Did I have the cajones? Who was this Zombie wrangler?
This mustachioed man roping and lassoing all with his chest hair and tongue.
Free yourself from the shackles of bladder control and try to use the bathroom, The wall is alive with them.
“Are you scared?” “You’re no real man!”
My God, they can speak!
Save us, save us all, where is our messiah to rescue us, them?
Maybe just another beer bought from the undead might help.
Now we’re ready to bring the disease back…
ATTN, “Extra, extra! Read it while it’s hot” Slant hatted paper boys
Scream, “Two swarthy Latinos bring back dead disease!”

Sin Gas, Sin Cajones

Jonathan Acosta-Rubio

New Orleans, United States

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