Zombies in my Hair

The clock strikes the hour of midnight, hungry and angry, terrifying, what a fright
It's like a mental ward of crazy stricken poor souls, crawling and craving
Souls that never die, just walking dead, feeding on the living
Crying out in pain, the madness, the horror, no nurse or doctor can cure
Zombies everywhere from the graves they dig their way to murder
The clock strikes midnight, in my awakened dream, I scream, I'm scared this is the end
They'll hack into my brain, I will soon go insane, they are getting into my head
The end of time is near, because Zombies are everywhere, they are getting into my bed
Can't run and hide, they've all come inside, down the hallways, up the stairs, down the stairs, Zombies everywhere
It's too late to grab a gun, the world has finally come to an end, too much violence and sin, now I am the Zombies best friend
No one around to care, Zombies everywhere, now, Â all the world talks about is Zombies
 Zombies, Zombies, Zombies, they're really in my Hair
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This a very cool poem Nancy, those old pesky Zombies, you try stomping them out and try spraying them out but as you can see, to no avail, those pesky old zombies remain everywhere...So please do be where.....Great poem and very nice sense of humor poem.
Kindest regards,
Jim Â
Jim- Thanks, it's kinda corny, but what can I say, afterall it's about Zombies!
Best Wishes to you, keep on writing!
Nancy
enjoyed x
Thanks Susan!
Nancy