Poem -
Corn Zombie
As I walk through Earth below,
I scrounge for veggies to hold,
Preying them to find,
Only to smell them in mind.
Where must I go feast,
The green that feeds beast,
Yet only in the field of corn,
There to eat sweet porn.
It lies underneath the ground,
Just lurking to be found,
Growing from a seed of weed,
There to consume and feed.
My teeth will grind,
The faceless stocks to find,
Laying now in the field,
A death of shucking to conceal.
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