brains

'Brains', he says, and voices hunger,
'Brains', again, and now I wonder...

Is he drunk, or thick or high?
And what's that sticking in his thigh?

Oh what, a bone!? and in his hand?
...is that someone's Serous gland.

One step forth and down he goes,
now eyeing up my goddamn toes.

Crawling up and moaning more,
He inches forth along the floor.

'Brains', he says like I might aid him.
'Brains', he says all loud and grim.

Grabbing shoes I'm forced to act,
I grab a chair and make my pact:

Straight in the neck: back of head,
I'll get him good and get him dead.

So thrusting hard and aiming true,
I get a chair leg right on through.

And now he lies there on my floor,
there is a knock right on my door.

I look up sad; I know what's coming.
Another fucking zombie's drumming.

This one steps up, I see in line,
what used to be a friend of mine.

'Brains', she says like I don't know...
I think it may be time to go.

I hit the door and bust out fast,
I wonder how long I will last?

I find a car, it starts as well.
if there's gas that would be swell.

The car goes on for a half a mile,
before I see that lovely smile.

Right in the mirror, behind my head,
a member of the living dead.

'Brains', it says, now sitting near,
'Brains', I say... right full of fear.

But damn it, I won't go like this!
So I turn the wheel and blow a kiss.

We spin and turn, there is a crunch,
And now I wonder what's for lunch...