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Jun 2013
What the hell is going on in their heads?

I wanna be a zombie
I wannabe a ghoul
I wanna paint my face white, don't wanna go to  school
it's a sing song tag along let's play deadmen and it's wrong.

There'll be enough time later on to waste away so please don't rush and try to beat the reaper to the push
I can't understand,
Zombies are abominations ,quite frankly they're not good at all
they walk abroad and..
..well I wouldn't really call it walking it's more like they're dragging lumps of wood instead of legs and deadpegs put into brown holes
and souls who can no longer see
except to see that they're not living just like me.

Why would you want to be like that?
A flatline in a deadmans hat it's 'not my bag'
call me old fashioned but I think I will lag behind
go through the grind of life
death's not for me
don't wannabe
a wannabe
Don't wanna be a zombie.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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