Rhetorical Zombies

Part 1: Existence!
Are we love machines
Or just human beings
A whole new race,
Can I find your trace?

It’s a disease, and we have it,
We know it and yet we love it.

My leader lives in an isolated fruit stall
Should I call him Boss?
Or Mr. Darth Maul?

Like Shakespeare said
Love is blind, and zombies cannot see.
We just smell and
then, all humans cease to be.

We can’t swim
We can’t cry
But we have emotions
That make us wanna learn to “re-die”.

Death for us is
A reason to live
We enjoy it as much as
beef with cheese.

What do you prefer?
We got all kinds of beasts
Fatties, tongues, the likes,
Giants with cleaves,
Topless without sleeves.

Cannibalism, has made us this way
Romero, that basterd, will pay.
Control us, oh master dominator
Romero, you great creator.

Part 2: March in battle!

We live among the undead
Are we skeletons or just plain red?
Creatures that still live. Want to kill,
What have you got to eat in that smokin’ grill?

And when I say GO!
I mean, eat humans to death.
Taste their guts,
Make a blood omelet.

I’m Todd and this is Katy,
Prepare for devastation.
We can make perfect zombie characters
In a fictional movie adaptation.

The angry mob is here, let’s attack
Humans you are all
a filthy nut sack.

Make a huge formation
Raise our hands like Michael Jackson
But don’t get a nose implantation.

Bring your Chainsaw, bring your guns
I don’t even care
If you are the so called Ash.

Part 3: Feed, Brothers!

We starve to death
Any moment
With every smelly breath.

We feed with skin and bones,
Kidneys for main dish.
All the other greasy stuff, blows,
Couldn’t we just eat fish?
That’s because we don’t have a brain
See? Zombies are the Arch-Villain.

Watch my companion
With his brains all scattered
Got shot in the head, brain-dead.
The human who shot him,
just made his deathbed.

One of those pleasures,
feast on that flesh
chew it, spit it,
and then sphincter fresh.

When we hear noises
We go towards there
Sometimes we can’t find food
Sometimes it’s a Dragon’s Lair.

Part 4: FACTS

Get killed by shotgun
It’s the most common kill.
But for the most part we like it
‘coz It still can’t make us feel.

You can find us in malls, park stations
There is no other place.
Can’t dock, can’t run
We always walk at a steady pace.

Infected? Yes we are
But so are you, reading all these.
Because this language,
Can be understood only by the diseased.

— Manley Essex