Down at the Zombie HopA Poem by Baby RicochetI had to do SOMETHING on zombies. They're as American as apple pie and I'm a Goddamn Patriot.Cruised on down to the zombie hop They didn't dance they didn't bop Crowd all covered in zombie snot Dead girl action at the zombie hop Dracula checking ID's undead Guillotines flying past my head Ax man chopping up a dead coed Swinging entrails splattering red Zombie p***y all over the place Hanging up game in a dead airspace Zombie hooker leather and lace Little miss chainsaw ripped up face Zombie Arab drools on the ground Feeling up dead virgins he found Dead Jew babies crawling around Chewing dead Nazis like hell hounds Head on up to the Zombie bar Shrunken head in an old fruit jar Zombie smoking a cheap cigar Rotting singer on a dead Sitar Zombie party Formaldehyde Drinking a brain drain homicide Sucking down Gin and black sulfide Rot gut whiskey and bleach chloride Corpses grinding on a dead dance floor Slow Zombie dance make out Galore Third Reich f**s and dead Jew w****s licking each others spores and sores Zombie Hitler dancing in drag Out on the floor out on the rag Zombie stripper in a Nazi flag Dancing carcass succubus hag Out on the floor out on the street Six foot under in lead concrete Communist Zombies catch a beat Red army Zombie brains to eat © 2013 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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Added on June 15, 2013Last Updated on June 15, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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