While walking dark and muddy paths,
I came upon this fray
With endless hoardes of demon kids,
All clad in black and grey.
Their faces pale and clothing ripped,
Their fingers in to fists were gripped,
They cried aloud, quietly first:
'I hate my life! So do your worst!'
'Alright' I said, 'you crazy shits!'
'I'll chop your stupid ass to bits!'
My weapon whirred its baneful song,
'Hold on!' I said 'It won't be long!'
Chainsaw lifted above my head,
I charged in to the evil dead:
Limbs sawn off and eyes removed,
'Hey' I said 'That's much improved!'
The zombies came on thick and fast
I cleft them all atwain,
I would stand there to the last,
'Screw you guys, again!'
But after hours of endless blood,
Hope spied its way to me,
And cut limbs down in to the mud,
Which formed an endless sea.
Amongst the endless limbs he sat,
His pillow formed of bones,
And ate some crackers noisily
To cover up the groans.