This is a zombie poem I found online. Wanted to share this one, because it says Ohio, and I come from Ohio, so of course I love this poem! I will share a poem everyday and just write if you really like it or not if you'd like.
Driving Through Minerva, Ohio
This town’s dead, you say.
Nothing ever happens here.
I mean to tell you, my dudes and me
are here to put a little bite in it,
me, who they call the Bed Wetter,
and Zombie Bob and Zombie Bill,
some pretty cool names for a vamp
and his hybrid buds.
I make beds wet, all right,
soak them with blood and feed
the scraps to my vamp zombies,
the double double dead.
We’re going to give you plenty to talk about
besides the weather, besides
who’s been stealing your parking spot, besides
the local who’s who of screwing.
Soon, pretty damned soon,
you’re going to be 100-percent right
about the town being dead,
this time for good.
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