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Cannibal Common Toast Human Remains Zombies Roast

Sulfuric acid Contact lenses blinded As my eye see it's not Pupils dilated as my spinal cord Begins to rot Skeletal remains where is my brains I haven't been chopped Gordon Ramsay reminds me what's all the fussing and yelling about Is it problematic would it be ever so this plan on it Disciplinarian Vegetarian and where are the way ward zombies They want to kill and eat me this is the apocalypse Where's my face and who stole my lips Nevermore ravished I can no longer kiss Cannibal common human toast remains zombies eating every part of me even my brains This is the death My last breath The Horror Story It's so boring And gory I travail I relish I am just Decayed flesh Served on top-of a hay stack Where is the ketchup in the mustard Shed no grief for me They dun are my feet Make it so squiggly Wiggly screaming" where's the beef"
4/26/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021

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