The Living Dead Poem by DM W

The Living Dead



At Tesco's car park it's like the movie
'The Night Of The Living Dead.' People walk
Like zombies with neither rhyme nor reason.
My five year old niece has more awareness.
At least she knows how to look around for danger.
Yet these fools are seemingly oblivious
To anything that stirs their consciousness.
I have to rev my engine to remind
Them of my presence. Some are on their phones,
While others are simply ambling by without
A care in the world. O I ask in deep
Despair: 'What the hell is going on here? ! '

Thursday, February 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: idiocy
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