The
zombie man no changes in his life
He
still shouts in early morning and at night
He
doesn't care what a nuisance he becomes
Sometimes
he smiles to himself
His
old man ignores him
Though
the zombie man shouts
The
old man sometimes smiles
He
too has something wrong in his mind
About
his mother? She always goes away
Her
sister will pick her up returns in the night
She
may want to escape her crazy son
Talking
nonsense laced with uncouth words
The
police officers came
Nothing
was done everything seemed ok
Maybe
when the zombie man turns really bad
Attacking
others by his crazy mind
Like
the stray cats
Keep
coming to make the marks
Sleeping
on the shoes cabinet
Leaving
furs and saliva lines
Don't
forget the urine and boo
They
don't care what the humans do
Like
the police on the crazy man
The
stray cats will run turn around and stare
The
neighbours we share and live
Sometimes
good sometimes bad
It
is part of the living process
We
can't have everything in proper line
No comments:
Post a Comment