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Indiana is The Last Place Anyone Wants to Live *or* Brain Drain Isn’t Just a Zombie Apocalypse

Did you know they pay people to study here,

to stay here after studying? It’s the human

capital flight of the tech-smart who type faster

than an entire room of secretaries in cardigans and pearls.

But the bigger question is, if all the brains

are draining out like spiders in a shower, then who is still here

weighting the state lines down with stones

if not zombies? Brainless bodies hungry, crabby, and without

an appropriate sense of boundaries.

They lure you in

with home values and cheap houses—the tired ones

who are getting old for their age, who don’t run as fast or as often

and want an easy life with chubby children and a yard,

or those who are sick of being felt up ‘accidentally’ on the 22 Fillmore bus.

This is how they get you.

And you stay because it grows on you

the way everything grows in Indiana, effortlessly and way too fast.

Plus, let’s face it, you’ve gotten lazy and don’t

make enough money to one day move away

with the kids and the yard and all.

So the zombies win.

But being Indiana,

the neo-conservatists would swoop in to save the day

against the zombies who hate us for our freedoms

and the liberation of our women. And sometime after

the "Mission Accomplished" banner is broadcast

to all 50 states from a ship safely tucked away

on Lake Michigan,

the zombies will regroup again

and pick us off like old ladies at the bus station.

Then with even more determination and hatred of the living

they’ll get fat on intellect until they’ve eaten the last,

and the un-dead of Indiana will die of starvation.

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