Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

super dead boy

I used to be a policeman
In the urban jungle
Until I arrested a headhunter
Who did not like to pay his taxes
He pricked me with the devil’s thigh bone
Immediately I became a zombie
By day I hide my affliction
Regenerating in smelly restaurant dumpsters
At night I stumble through the alleys
Hungry for justice!

I am everybody’s favorite super dead boy
Fighting crime all night long
When I encounter my enemies
I devour their brains!

I discover the evil doers
In their secret hideaways
Drug dealers and pimps and gangsters
All of them have tasty brains
They keep trying to shoot me with bullets
Or stab me with knives in the body
As if they’ve never seen a zombie movie
After eating, I play guitar on the rooftops
I never eat the brains of good citizens
I never eat any children
In fact I am quite popular
Among a local group of goth girls
Who maintain my website!

I am everybody’s favorite dead boy
Fighting crime all night long
When I encounter my enemies
I devour their brains!

I am surprisingly sneaky
Though I am not very fast
I creep up on my enemies
While they are distracted with their evil deeds
I bite their neck very quickly
Then I chew their face off
It can be quite bloody
But people always seem to cheer for me
My only weakness is my rotting flesh
Which is why people I save give me pickle juice!

I am everybody’s favorite super dead boy
Fighting crime all night long
When I encounter my enemies
I devour their brains!

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