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Zombies or Bank Clerks?

They shuffle their feet

They trip and they moan

They have soulless eyes

They bite and they groan.

 

Their all wearing suits

Their hair's falling out

Their teeth are decayed

Their guts strewn about.

 

Well thats what I saw

When I went to the bank

But I guess that I have

Mondays to thank.

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dean-bonsignore
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Published
May 3, 2010
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