Zombie Mimes

They're out there on the streets I can see them as I crack my blinds They're passing by so silently I'm to freaked to step outside I know that if they catch me They'll put me in an imaginary box And keep me there til midday Where they'll have my brains for lunch Or tie me up with an imaginary rope To an imaginary tree And force me to watch them preform a rendition of Thriller Like a bad episode of Glee Yes, those Zombie Mimes are freakzoides Long before they became the preforming dead I've been uncomfortable in their presence Could it be because of something they once said Wait...now here they go Pretending to walk against the wind Will I ever be able to venture outside Will this silent madness ever end I don't know where they contracted the Zombie virus Or even how this all went down I only hope and pray it doesn't infect Any of the Circus clowns