My zombie lament,
Ripping myself out
of the freshly digged earth
I was six feet under.
All because I’d fallen asleep,
or had passed out drunk,
I can’t remember.
I sheathed inside someone else,
and that is probably why
I’m now dead to you
and I can’t be stopped
and I can’t win your favor.
I hope you enjoy this.
As we wait for the proof
that all things pass.
A waste of everyone’s time.