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Zombie Stomp

I don't need a doctor
But I need something to kill the pain
Don't know what I'm after
But the pressure's driving me insane
Searching for a different role
Had a funny feeling I can't hide
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Why can't they just let me be
Alone without the misery
Hey, hey, do the Zombie, Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Flirting with disaster
Morning after killing me again
Hiding from the laughter
And the demons dancing round my brain
Always dancing on thin ice
I guess I'll have to pay the price
Hey, hey, do the Zombie Stomp
Thinkin' how it could have been

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song performed by Ozzy Osbourne
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Zombie Zoo

All down the street they're standin' in line
With white lipstick and one thing on their mind
Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse
Underneath th e paint you're just a little girl
Dancin' at the zombie zoo, dancin' at the zombie zoo
Painted in a corner and all you wanna do
Is dance down at the zombie zoo
Cute little dropout, how come you pack a rod
Is your mother in a clinic ? has your father got no job ?
Sometimes you're so impulsive,
You shaved off all you're hair
You look like boris karloff and you don't even care
You're dancin' at the zombie zoo,
Dancin' at the zombie zoo
Painted in a corner and all you wanna do is
Dance down at the zombie zoo
She disappears at sunrise, i wonder where
She goes until the night
Comes fallin' down again
She shows up with her friends half-alive

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song performed by Tom Petty
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Better, Deeper, More Intelligent

Better, deeper, more intelligent,
and sensitive than us, Jane Austen
provides a literary environment
in which we all, by getting lost in
admiration for her heroines,
feel so diminished we conclude
whichever of the many heroes wins
their heart is an unlucky dude.

Riding with her, dressed by Abercombie
and Fitch is not the sort of way
I’d like to spend my time. I’m not a zombie.
Perhaps because I am not gay
I can’t relate to all the topics Jane
obsesses on, and in Northanger
Abbey heroines would all complain
I was a crashing bore and wanker.

“Why couldn’t all these heroines go out
and get a job? ” was asked by Emma––

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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Zombie Feeding Time

He sighs with weight deep in his breath
Marked by unease in his dog collar vests
While dutifully watching the concrete frontier
For the Fords and Escalades that march at the rear
While the infantry marines of dodge caravans
Spew there side doors with kindergarten clans
There's no rest for the weary mobilized at his station
When its times to collect for the fast food nation

It's a zombie feeding time
At the Alamo funhouse ride
Where as guests you may engorge
Your Esophagus on wage slave clerks

They commence like clockwork starving for more
When the sun beams decent, between noon and four
S.U.V. always searching for the nearest parking space
Its unfortunate the handicap wins with first place
Seconds tick as he runs, through the parking lot stalls
Dodging enemy combatants, in their long rental hauls

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poem by Kevin Patrick
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Anxiety

I HAVE been anxious for days
jumping and running
for no visible reason
like a flea
like a grasshopper
always
doing things
because
these actions
are nothing
but routine

a routinary
anxiety
just like
taking a bath
or brushing
my teeth

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Zombie Zoo

Tom petty
All down the street they're standin in line
With white lipstick and one thing on their mind
Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse
Underneath the paint you're just a little girl
Dancin at the zombie zoo, dancin at the zombie zoo
Painted in a corner and all you wanna do
Is dance down at the zombie zoo
Cute little dropout, how come you pack a rod?
Is your mother in a clinic? has your father got no job?
Sometimes you're so impulsive you shaved off all your hair
You look like boris karloff and you don't even care
You're dancin at the zombie zoo dancin at the zombie zoo
She disappears at sunrise, i wonder where she goes until
The night comes fallin down again she shows
Up with her friends half-alive
You can make a big impression or go through life unseen
You might wind up restricted and over seventeen
It's so hard to be careful, so easy to be led
Somewhere beyond the pavement you'll find the living dead

song performed by Roy Orbison
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I am the Internet zombie

I am the Internet zombie
I have no heart
Because no-one
Talks to me

I have no ears
My hands are out
In front of me
Com Zombie

I do not like sky
Or fresh air
Just the bright screen
In front of me

I am the Internet zombie
I do not eat
I do not leave
My office bedroom

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poem by Harriet James
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Zombie In The Rain

My eyes are blank and empty
And I am not sane
My soul is empty also
I'm a zombie in the rain.

I'm not feeling anything
Tho my body is in pain
I just don't give a damn
I'm a zombie in the rain.

I could freeze and not know it
My body is on the wane
I'm empty and don't realize
I'm a zombie in the rain.

The is no future for me
Only a cessation of pain
I don't feel it anyway
I'm a zombie in the rain.

poem by Don W. Davidson
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A Zombie's Misfortune

A zombie stopped
by the castle
on a rainy day
A day when I
was all alone

My father
the beloved king
was far away
Away on king's
business

An encounter
with a zombie
can be
nerve wracking
or even
heart stopping

But with my

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poem by Rachel Nichols
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No Rhyme Forsaken - Verse Rose versus Prose Curse - after Robert Frost

Two ways diverge on a virgin page
and happy not to travel both
as rhyme unraveller, briefly gauge,
look down on prose rants' spirit cage
pedestrian prose earns uncouth oath.

Discarding 'free verse' - rarely fair -
that freedom claim, formless but lame,
over prose I chose verse dainty where
few find fine lines simple, care
for 'worn out rhyme-schemes', won't play game.

Fate winks, linked fingers, beckoning, weigh
book leaves as yet un-inked in black,
one asks those self-styled bards today
if they'll be heard tomorrow. May
be - we doubt - they're on right track.

I won't be telling this with a sigh
as Time turns wheel, some ages hence

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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