There B a zombie calling out 2 Me
But whatever could She mean?
Can’t quite understand Her
With this visceral gurgling
Covering Her vocal composition
Then, realizing what I Am hearing
Isn’t coming from outside of Me, but
From within my head – oh! Feeling dread
Could this B the reason I’ve become brain-dead?
That there’s a zombie gnome N my dome who’s well fed!
I think He said his name’s Ted & wants Me 2 buy him a new bed
How it astounds Me – for a squatter 2 make demands ’round here when
He’ll get more sleep taking a dirt nap – so I’ll bury him underground N§tead
♡Sugar☆World☮ 