So here's the poem I wrote for number 19. I've been grading research papers, so I both need to catch up with my poems and actually remember to get around to posting them! Sorry about that. I am still taking the challenge seriously. :)
19. Dear Zombie
Of all the horrors
Great and small
You are the least fearful of all
grotesque, no doubt
Disturbing certainly
But scary?
Unless you were "born" post millenium
And induced by disease
To both be falling apart
And moving
With super speed
(a rational improbability)
Then all you do is saunter and moan
It’s amazing you eat anyone at all
I don't have to run
I can evade you with a quick crawl
Some fear your numbers
And your ability to infect
But An airborne cold
has a better chance at catching me
The slow antelope
with the broken leg
that gets devoured by hyenas
Dies a more honorable death
Than any dumb bum
digested by zombies
Zombie if you had any brain
You'd crawl back into the ground
And huddle afraid
Of all the people
With their shot guns and knives
Axes and table legs
Their ability to run
their ability to think
Don't stare at me while you gnaw
On that leg you found
Its probably yours
Your jaw’s soon to follow
And while the thought of being licked by you
does make me want to spew
it doesn’t make me fear you
I think I know why
your movies always begin
with zombies everywhere
The world or city already fallen
and why your conquer is never explained
It just wouldn’t happen
And while I admire the
Hollywood trickery
employed to make you almost frightening
you're not fooling me
Zombie
Admit your defeat
And go back to sleep
19. Dear Zombie
Of all the horrors
Great and small
You are the least fearful of all
grotesque, no doubt
Disturbing certainly
But scary?
Unless you were "born" post millenium
And induced by disease
To both be falling apart
And moving
With super speed
(a rational improbability)
Then all you do is saunter and moan
It’s amazing you eat anyone at all
I don't have to run
I can evade you with a quick crawl
Some fear your numbers
And your ability to infect
But An airborne cold
has a better chance at catching me
The slow antelope
with the broken leg
that gets devoured by hyenas
Dies a more honorable death
Than any dumb bum
digested by zombies
Zombie if you had any brain
You'd crawl back into the ground
And huddle afraid
Of all the people
With their shot guns and knives
Axes and table legs
Their ability to run
their ability to think
Don't stare at me while you gnaw
On that leg you found
Its probably yours
Your jaw’s soon to follow
And while the thought of being licked by you
does make me want to spew
it doesn’t make me fear you
I think I know why
your movies always begin
with zombies everywhere
The world or city already fallen
and why your conquer is never explained
It just wouldn’t happen
And while I admire the
Hollywood trickery
employed to make you almost frightening
you're not fooling me
Zombie
Admit your defeat
And go back to sleep
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