“They’s nothing funnier, than unhappiness.”
In the past, zombies,
or invected, roamed Earth
creating more and more.
My parents are dead, my Mom
saved me, protected me.
Now I understand
what HE meant, THEY are dieing,
we can see it.
I can’t smell THEM,
I see THEM, when they’re not there:
For what. Rebuild. Why? That world
is dead; the young don’t need, want it.
I unchecked my boat and drifted.