I Am A Zombie

I survive on two hours sleep a night,

waking up with giant bags under my eyes.

My skin looks sunken and sallow

as if I never see daylight

and I have no idea what I’m doing half of the time.

I scare people wherever I go

with my terrifying features

that look like something out of a horror show.

 

As I stumble into bed at three in the morning,

with arms outstretched to keep me from falling;

I get a sudden thought without any warning,

a thought that gets alarm bells ringing…

I am a zombie, the walking undead

what else would explain these things that I’ve said?

I am a zombie

So now that you know:

Load your weapons, shoot me now