Attack of the P-zombiesA Poem by LovingJoyLump in throat, ache disorderly, need a qualia-lude to swallow it, won't hurt with a little philosophy, not sentient, not cognisant, a stint at fifteen minutes = anywhere taken! Swimming up to the surface you think, so why does your thing keep aching... the higher you get, the lower you sink. Can't let go of some adult teddy bear, keeping your mind and soul from failing, stuck on a dirty train going nowhere, pity pray they'll see your heart breaking. Oh, my friend, it truly sucks that much, p-zombie, hate to rain upon the parade, in the end everything swallowed up, not the slightest trace of us will remain, give it time, it all disappears to start again, our I dids and my alls sucked into a black hole, it's all recycled over and over in the end, so what will happen to each pretty little soul... Eternal oblivion blows the wind out of sails, but hang on in frightful hope of another turn, it'll all cook up to billow more cosmic trails, so don't cry p-zombie, none of this stuff hurts. © 2013 LovingJoyFeatured Review
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