Mists come off the water;
Zombies fill the barn.
One is nibbling fingers;
Another eats an arm.
Birds peck children’s eyes out;
Worms crawl through their heads.
Sharks & ants go crazy,
Leaving many dead.
Scrambled brains are squandered,
Shrinking down in size.
Will super-heroes save the day,
Or leave us here to die.
Bitter Twitter-typists
Stinging through their keys,
Repeat their barbed assertions,
Like savage, frenzied bees.
When will critics go away,
Scattered in the wind?
When piggies fly, proverbs die
& gold is forged from tin.
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