Donna was a med student who excelled with the written work
But when it came to the field, with dead bodies she would shirk
Which made Regina smirk
Regina had two other friends there, Laura & Shawna
All three would bully other girls, especially Donna
One day Donna had to dissect an eye of a dead body & when she cut what looked like a thick string
The coagulated blood & the smell sent Donna puking
Everyone found it amusing
The professor warned the class to get use to the body oozing
While he continued with the lesson, Regina came up with a cruel plan
With the help of her friends, they snuck in after, cut off the arm of a dead man
And transported it out in a backpack
That night, the big man on campus, Jack
Threw a party in his dorm room
Donna decided to go, hoping to chase away her humiliating gloom
There was an array of alcohol, which Donna started to consume
Which she has never done before
When she started feeling dizzy & couldn’t take anymore
She went back to her room & when she got into bed
She felt something slimy & smelled bad, then she realized with dread
It was something dead
Seeing it was an arm, Donna lost her head
She started screaming intensely loud
Regina, Laura & Shawna were laughing & feeling proud
When the screaming stopped, Donna still didn’t come out of the room, which caused them alarm
When they opened her door, there was Donna maniacally, gnawing on the severed arm
To the dismay of her family, Donna was never the same
Rumor has it she now craves dead flesh & was declared insane
And that she was committed into Anglings Mental Asylum
Since the family moved, no one really knows what became of Donna Wylam.


Based On An Urban Legend

Procrastination, it may seem splendid,
But it’s a time thief yet to be apprehended.

Considered still out there ruining lives,
It can infect anyone even husbands or wives.

Leaving a trail of victims in its wake,
Its not your fault nor your mistake.

And its like any other virus that makes you sick,
Its ok the side effects are you’ll be slow not quick.

If you are confronted by procrastination,
Let us know your immediate location.

And proceed with extreme caution & stay a distance,
And if it gets you just let it, don’t put up a resistance.

Do not try to capture it nor negotiate,
By then it will have you & it will be too late.

Treat it nice, like a friend not a stranger,
As it is considered armed & comes with danger.

If you are affected, please email: iamtoolazytoday@icanbarelyfunction.com,
And we will get to you when we feel like it, after all it’s not like it’s a bomb.

I am not alive, although I am not dead
I need to sleep in a coffin not on a normal bed
I can also sleep in my earth’s dirt & mud
I don’t eat food, i feast on warm, juicy blood
I have very sharp, pointy fangs that glisten in the light
The only problem is, I can only come out at night
I dare not go outside in the day as i burn in the sun
But surprisingly I do have all sorts of fun
I am classified with other mythical creatures
I don’t believe, I know I have beautiful features
I have decades of knowledge; so, I tend to be smart
I can be killed by a sharp stake right through to my heart
I can also die if you cut my throat or cut off my head
I can make you feel either desire or dread
And hell no, I do not sparkle, I am a the macabre & heartless
I am a vampire; and I reign the darkness

Higher & higher I can feel it start
Palpitating, faster & faster goes my heart
I am desperately trying to calm down
The voices talking, its an effort to block the sound
I’m getting bad so I’ll try to occupy my mind
Creating tasks or to dos helps I find
I look for anything & everything to do
Journaling & poetry writing helps too
The voice always fills me with terrible doubt
I must ignore, breath in one, two, three and out
Its ok its just an attack you have had one before
Just calm your mind by finding a chore
Sometimes it happens, but you know you won’t die
Whatever the voice is saying to you does not apply
Its just your mind the voice is not real
It will go away just wait soon you will heal
Don’t let the voice make you stray
See your already feeling better, you’ll be okay
Yes, it’s horrible, I know you become afraid
But you are fine its already starting to fade
I know you wish you could turn it off with a switch
Yes, anxiety she is a real b*tch.

Yes, I am tired, yes, I am annoyed, can you not read my face
If you keep bothering me, I will spray you with mace
Yes, I understand I sound like a nutcase
So, maybe give me some ****** space
No, I don't care about my soul & the afterlife
But did I mention I carry a knife?
No, I don’t want to listen to your problems, I have my own
Look, I don’t have time to listen as you btch & moan
Oh, you’re a poor millionaire & your life by money has been wrecked
You better go silent or soon you will be decked
You think it’s ugly that I am sarcastic and full of wit
Guess what? I really don't give a sht!
A-hole, I don’t care that you have something to say
You are not the first, so just get out of my way
If you keep pssing me off, you better pray
Because I will bring a ****** grand doomsday
Don’t mess with me or you may meet with foul play
If you keep calling me a nasty, psychotic btch
I can guarantee you will end up in a ditch
Yes, I can be crude, yes, I can be rude
But It’s funny because this is me in a good mood
Look it’s nothing personal, my hate is global
I'm just happily Anti-Social.

I smell the living and turn savage
I catch them then ravage
I think my flesh is becoming rotten
I can’t think and so much I have forgotten
I don’t understand why I am so hated
I do not rest even when sated
I am a hideous sight
I walk around day and night
I go around eating brains
I do not get sick when it rains
I actually don’t get sick at all
I have parts of my limbs that tend to rot off & fall
I was bitten and that’s how I was created
I can still be animated even when decapitated
I can be killed by a shot in the head...
I am a zombie, also known as the living dead.