The Zombie Junkyard

By Joe Davis
April 6, 2001

As I lay in this damp dirt bed,
I often wonder how I ended up dead
As night grows closer I soon will rise,
to seek living beings with fear in their eyes
the closer I draw near,I smell thier brains,
It's the only relief that subdues the pain
but one night I know, i will truely be dead,
when a redneck with a shotgun will blow off my head!