when did zombies learn to run
now they race after everyone
no starting gun was ever heard
just shouts and screams in afterwards
they use to crawl or drag a limb
most of them were kind of slim
they gorge, belch and slobber guts
victims brains they love to ****
when finish line is in your sight
more zombies come to end your flight
so lesson learned before the dash
dead corpse motto "Make Them Hash"

-cec

Only thy Word will be
EL will be
As I will
Do not farther
Since thy love we share
Is contemporary...

Don’t yuck my yum
Don’t block my sun
Don’t just rot away
Take the chance to become
a complex and invested individual
to embody the power of an arrow

Don’t yuck my yum
Don’t front your love
Don’t just walk away
Take the dance to become
undone and unburdened individual
to exhibit the speed of an arrow

silence is your greatest weapon
nobody can gauge, the inner rage
that is willing to bubble up any second
compliance is your greatest weapon
feelings are saved, integrity betrayed
clean yourself up like an inspection

Pancakes

Soft, circular, fluffy delight.
Euphoric taste, ******* to the mouth.
Heart pounding, as Aunt Jemima lathers her essence all over this treat.
Fresh bright fruit falling onto this plate as if it were sent from the heavens.
An earthly treat from Mother Earth, guaranteed to fill your satisfaction.
Savouring every bite, tingling all your senses.
A meal that could tickle ones soul and enlighten their day.
Pancakes, a synonym for yum, the definition of bliss.