Bud Ice

I'm gonna zombify myself as quickly as possible on this Valentine's Day eve.

I got me a couple of

32 oz. Bud Ice’s.

Yeah, I’d prefer a nice

4-pack of Guinness

Draught tall boys,

but my wallet

says otherwise.

 

And I have to say

they fit me these days -

these Bud Ice’s,

ever since I turned

into a feline creature

sleeping through the days

and staring at folks by night.

 

I’m seeking Zombification

wherever I can find it

and it don’t need to taste good

to do the job �"

In fact, with Bud Ice,

well, it just don’t

have any taste at all.

 

I’ve surrounded myself

with crazy felines

for so long now

that I’ve become one.

But none have become

me.

I count my blessings.

 

So give me that big old jug

and anything that’s green

and perhaps a real cat

or three or five

and I’ll slip into a coma

and no longer burden

anyone.

 

Some folks, somewhere

are lovin it up tonight

on the eve of Valentine’s.

Love? 

I’ve heard the word before.

It’s not sleeping in my memory.

 

Sorry, Mr. Simon.

I didn’t really mean

to commit plagiarism.

It was the Bud Ice

and the cats

and my life

Or lack thereof.