Zombies Don’t Rhyme

I wake up one morning,

and the world’s on fire.

my roommates are zombies,

and my car has a flat tire.

I don’t like guns,

and I don’t work out

Running is not an option,

That’s a fact, not a doubt.

I find a bike magically,

and ride through the school.

I can see the zombie cliques,

I’m actually not that cool.

So I’m not really sure where I want to go.

I pick up a map,

Because surprise, surprise,

I lost my phone.

I should tell you its freezing.

I’m shivering.

There’s a ton of snow.

My day isn’t getting better,

just so you know.

I definitely need food,

and also a tent.

The stores aren’t open,

Talk about money not spent.

I pick up twinkies, and sausages,

The type from Vienna.

I got distracted by art supplies,

Conte sucks when its Sienna.

This isn’t a scary story,

I'm actually deus ex.

I'm basically invincible.

Please pretend that you’re impressed.

I’ve denied you details of zombies,

Because it's not the Walking Dead.

Im not going into detail.

(Enter said reference, about scalping their heads)

Like the Giver, I head towards the forest and see a path I can take,

Im glad I got the ibuprofen,

The bike seat kind of makes my butt ache.

I definitely think I’m the only human,

I hope I’m not alone.

Im going to miss my family,

And Im going to miss my home.

JK Ive got a ’copter and yacht,

and the Internet.

Bye.