Tale Weaver – Decaffeinated

Risen from tombs where they wanted to stay

The instinct of hunger leading their way

Shambling slow at the pace of a snail

All are infected be them male or female

Their questioning groans beyond understanding

Looking for something to just have them keep standing

The ones who once loved them now seek places to hide

Until the needs of these things will soon hopefully be satisfied

There’s an answer to stopping these ill creatures by ending their pain

Its not what you think and angrily bashing in their brains

Why do such violence when they’re not walking zombies in undead misery?

They are everyday people who simply need brewed their first cup of morning coffee

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Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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