Welcome to Zombieland

This is not your typical matinee horror in a dark and moldy theatre

You’re not running from red-eyed, blood-vomiting corpses

You’re not carrying a double-barreled shotgun

Blasting the disfigured heads off of the people you once knew

You are not the lone survivor

Standing helpless but triumphant on a highway

Blemished with the husks of cars and the stains of what once were people

Welcome to Zombieland

Row number 6 seat 6

Rotting like one of the gangrenous boil-covered zombies

Oh, but you don’t look like them

Your caked-on makeup or your bath of cologne

Your skanky Guess clothes or preppy Hollister

Covers the fecal mass of festering tissue within

Welcome to Zombieland

Forced to do the bare minimum in your 9 to 5

Zoning out in the class you didn’t pay for

Returning like a drone the job you hate

And talking robotically to the people you loathe

Coming home dragging feet to the door

To the family and friends you take for granted

Pull up a chair 

And stare until your eyes are gritty from forgetting to blink

Welcome to Zombieland

Sit 

And watch like a drooling catatonic 

The dim aura of blue from screens fills the lightless rooms

Computers and TVs

Theatres and cell phones

ATM’s and iPods

Screens, Screens, Screens, Screens

They seem to shelter but their flimsy protection is bound to break

Allowing the moths and rust and thieves to break in and steal

Look deep into the gilded mirror!

Bloodshot eyes and sallow heliophobic skin

Lurching legs aimlessly carried by appetites

Babbling and moaning in an unintelligible dialect

Blatantly unaware of the crumbling world around

Lounging oblivious in apathetically strewn filth

And sometimes in reasonless fits of passion

We gather in groups and perform unspeakable acts of violence on each other

Welcome to Zombieland