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Detour of the Dead

I'm one of the walking dead
The streets running with red
The sign reads "Desolation Row"
A rumble coming from below

A driver steps on the gas
But I won't let him pass
He strikes me at full speed
But I pay the impact little heed

I say "What a fucking bore!"
And wrench away his door
I drag him from his seat
And sink my teeth into fresh meat

I'm not inclined to brood
About my choice in food
I'm just among the stumbling stiffs
No buts, ands or ifs.
Written by crowfly
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