Feed the Taco

As a member of Zombie slayer, chapter 7, it is my duty to aid in the eradication of zombies. Often a zombie apocalypse begins with just a few zombies. So me and a couple of guys have establish a patrol to hunt zombies to keep the risk of infection at a minimum. Today marks the end of our 12^th patrol. It was another slow night, usually we get bored around an hour or two into the watch and decide to work on the anti-zombie propaganda. We go to coffee houses and read poetry about Zombies being asshats and put posters up calling zombies jerks and telling people to sever the head or destroy the brain on sight. This was the poem I did today:

Zombie Hate Poem

In the election booth, the zombies vote down
another school funding proposal. Claiming
our children’s brains are only here to serve
as nourishment for stomachs, not culture and
and conversation.

”Every parent knows their kids suck, why else
do they banish them to public schools and
throw them down stairs? We do them a favor by
eating them,” one zombie said exiting the poles.

Another zombie currently sits in your favorite
restaurant, smoking cigarettes and screaming
fart jokes no one finds funny. His punch line
always involves throwing his decaying flesh on
someone’s plate.

Hey workers, wondering why you can’t get a
job? Why not ask the Zombie who doesn’t need
sleep, yea. He isn’t hard to find, he’s sitting at
your desk, all day and night.

That’s right, America for the living. Death to the
undead.

Oh yea, Zombies said your religion sucks almost
as much penis as the woman who carried
you in her womb for 9 months. And you smell.

Currently, we’ve yet to see any Zombies. Which goes to show what a great job we’re doing. We’re really making an impact and keeping the world safe for the living. And vampires. Man vampire chicks are hot. I’d like to fang me some of that!