A Zombie's Problems

Created: 4/19/2018
Poetry Genre: Horror

*A Zombie's Problems*

Curses and screams fill the streets,
As I try and run away from them.
There's a hole in my head,
From where others have fed,
And it sucks being dead.

But what can I do about it?
Am I really dead, though?
I can still see and hear and walk.

My skin's gray and my mouth's a mess,
The people around me are causing me stress.
They kick me and hit me and call me names,
My neighbor's used for soccer games.

I'm never invited to dinner parties,
Because the hosts would be on the menu.
I take many baths but still I smell,
Guess that's why no one comes over.

Kids run away from me in fear,
While parents try and cut off my ear.
I try and talk but only sounds come out,
I can't ask questions, cry, or shout.

I can't get a job since I can't talk,
But that doesn't mean I'll give up.|
I have a brain and can still use it,
Even if part of it is missing.

My words sound to them like moans,
While I fall over and stumble and groan.
I can't feel the heat or even cold,
My body feels like I'm getting old.

I can't get a date or go to a show,
I'm stuck watching the grass grow.
I eat once a day at the funeral home,
I guess that's why I'm all alone.

The end.