Poetry

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Rhetoric Unspeakable of A ZOMBIE? -
(R U A ZOMBIE?)


tickle me, ticklely, tickle my ears!
don't tell me the things that i don't wants to hear!


don't try to make ME THINKS about those pointless higher things.
just leave me to my entertaining baubles and my ever distracting bling!
safety, peace and comfort,
shall be my trinity of kings.


i loves the iron, tasty fist THAT is half-ways down my throat.
i love how its velvet glove lays limply on the ground, and silently provokes.
i love how my stockholm syndrome is gettin' all those patriot scapegoats.


how dare you not take YOUR required vaccines!
'cause that will surely make me sick!
my brain tissue feels like cancel cultured yogurt...
fermenting rotten fruit,
and turning yummy, rich and thick.


"only for emergency use", is only a conspiratorial ruse, and you must not unlovingly resist!
my dis-ease from my loving vaccine,
well, it doesn't even exist.


it's the color of law and the patriotic law of the land, that prompts me to blindly comply.
red, blood clotted, and white, pus filled and blue lips of the oxygen deprived...
describes my dependent, enhanced antibody, and my dependent, enhanced anti-mind


i love the world and i loves the STATE
it speaks OF love, but it practices hate.
my MIND is under it's sycophantic, strictly sensory spell,
so don't make me read or think for myself, because it is as boring as hell!


those rotting, dead freedoms, with
their new world odor smells,
emit cancerous CHOICES as my
appetite for destruction swells


those ambrosial enticing tumors infest
so tender and so good
i'll feast on them and their fixins'
'cause the world seductively tells me that,
"they're tasty!" and, "i should!"


but i shall never feast upon the flesh and blood of the eternal son of man ...
for IT leads to the unsavory castigation of my brain, from the rest of my zombie clan


don't even try to TELL me
what is bad, and what is good
'cause me learns everything that is moral and just, from the t.v., as i should


and stop warning ME of those corrupt politicians, and those stolen, rigged elections.
i dont need your hardsell red pill
when i'm buying my own spiritual,
little blue pill-endowed erection


YES,
I KNOW that plausible deniability,
is my death marching dinner tune
a wiki wacky internet is my dining fork!
while dismissing it all as, "conspiracy", is my delusion scooping spoon!


don't tell me that the road back to liberty has been already paved, but it's going to be quite hard.
i'd rather languish and dine here softly...
in my own fenced in, and barbwired back yard


yes,
i is blind to the zombie handlers,
that want to gives me back my normal, "life".
they hands me the division and derision that is my communal killing knife.


those shielding camps are for our protection!
and if your ignorant ass won't oblige...
then, us new, ever boosting, super-
human creatures...
we'll see you on that other side


so don't gives me this lame, poetical, distopic garbage and that other kind of guff!
what?
... are you?
... YOU ARE!
tryin' to makes the flesh that i'm about to eat,
tasteless, tainted, tallowed and tough


the evidence of THIS IS not such A PUZZLE :
not solving it, is either an erroneous commission of omission, or a capital offense.
it is the question's title, though,
that YOU MUST, most definitely REFUTE...
or show us a passport that gives to us all,
some indisputable proof.










The title of this little write is an irony all of its own. Because the quite disturbing, and dare I say, "unspeakable", (yet somehow spoken) complex rhetoric that it spews. It is neither thought of, or even realized as being, "The truth", by a zombie. Thus, these words are certainly never verbalized. (Making it verbally, "unspeakable". Though actions can declare louder than words.)

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