Into the Sunset
Shuffling zombies cross the floors
of antiseptic corridors
While chair-bound madmen roll on through
Spitting up yellow creamed corn spew
From writhing bags of skin and bones
Come anguished incoherent moans
In every room in every hall
The nurses hear their tortured call
Big Bernie was a businessman
Now he's stuck on a cold bedpan
Poor Agnes chews her purple gown
Her mental springs are all wound down
Selma shouts "Shut that fucker up!"
Between sips from her plastic cup
The orderlies just sigh and pray
They'll somehow last another day
Visiting and so very bored
A young boy wanders through the ward
He sees the ladies gumming peas
He sees the screamer's flailing knees
He sees the people shamble by
He sees no spark within their eyes
He smells the acrid stench of piss
He says, "I will not end like this."
The boy walks out onto the grounds
And glories in the smells and sounds
The songs of birds, the scent of trees
The gentle caress of a breeze
Thoughts of the undead finally pass
He runs across the fresh cut grass
The sweetest air fills the boy's lungs
He relishes that he is young.
Shuffling zombies cross the floors
of antiseptic corridors
While chair-bound madmen roll on through
Spitting up yellow creamed corn spew
From writhing bags of skin and bones
Come anguished incoherent moans
In every room in every hall
The nurses hear their tortured call
Big Bernie was a businessman
Now he's stuck on a cold bedpan
Poor Agnes chews her purple gown
Her mental springs are all wound down
Selma shouts "Shut that fucker up!"
Between sips from her plastic cup
The orderlies just sigh and pray
They'll somehow last another day
Visiting and so very bored
A young boy wanders through the ward
He sees the ladies gumming peas
He sees the screamer's flailing knees
He sees the people shamble by
He sees no spark within their eyes
He smells the acrid stench of piss
He says, "I will not end like this."
The boy walks out onto the grounds
And glories in the smells and sounds
The songs of birds, the scent of trees
The gentle caress of a breeze
Thoughts of the undead finally pass
He runs across the fresh cut grass
The sweetest air fills the boy's lungs
He relishes that he is young.
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As I've already made an obligation to live with friends, I will be paying outrageous sums for enclosed space like everyone else for the moment, but it's something to keep in mind.