Last year, my friend M sent me a book called "Zombie Haiku" by this dude named Ryan Mecum. The premise of the book is that a bad-poet-turned-effective-zombie journals about his undead experiences.
Here's the sad part. I totally lost that book for, like, months. But then I moved and What ho! She is found again!
Here's the happy part. In honor of the finding, and of the move, and of the new-apartment awesomeness, I will share two of my favorites with you:
Blood is really warm.
It's like drinking hot chocolate,
but with more screaming.
They are so lucky
That I cannot remember
How to use doorknobs.
It's funny because it's true, son.