The Zombie

Oh to be bitten by a zombie, To die and come back undead. Or to be eaten up whole, Is a morbid fear I dread. Then to join their vast ranks, Staggering here and there. Seeking out human flesh, Living life without a care. On second thoughts, It doesn't sound that bad. So if I see a zombie, I'll be sure to make him mad. So take a chunk, Help yourself to me. All that you can chew, To escape life's monotony. It's finally happened, One of them I've become. Damn! No more poetry, Oh no! What have I done!