Zombie Defense

“Honor thy mother.”
“Honor thy father.”
“What is the point?” I say.
“Why even bother?”

When the world finally ends
(Which should be no surprise)
Mom and Dad will be dead
But from the dead they will rise

How will you honor them
When they feast on your face
Or leave the limbs of your girlfriend
Half-chewed and out of place?

How will you love them
As blood drools from their jaws
And the flesh of great Aunt Doris
Hangs from their claws?

You must strike them down
In a violent bloody thirst
Before their crusty hands grab you
And eat you butthole first

Cut off their zombie heads
And celebrate your deed
For you’ve saved the world from zombies
You’ve saved the world indeed

Say something!