Least Read Poems About Zombies

After leaving work,
Lisa saw a woman on
her knees crying scarlet tears.

Lisa lifted her
up and saw with shock that she
had no eyes before she lunged.

Rollin' through the gears
with my friend's friend, Holly.
Panigale haulin' tears.
Is she stolen? Well, prolly.

No helmet. No fears.
Missionary on molly.
Wally side-swipin' mirrors,
shearin' off a Bugatti.

Better down another beer;
Cali Sol, not sorry.
Goin' off the fuckin' rails
on a red Ducati.

Sun melanin our rears,
set back and do a stoppie.
Marley mellowin' my ears;
Holly wailin' melancholy.

Playin' slalom, duck, and cheers!
Sparkin' rings around the trolley. ...