Vegetarian Zombie

Since it is

Halloween,

I am bringing back my

Halloween Poem.

It is called,

 Vegetarian Zombie!

You say what?

There,
following you

so close behind.

Moaning his grief,

the torture of his mind.

His arms reaching out,

grabs like its mine.

Stiff he waddles,

each step a Frankenstein's.

He was born on the hollows,

of all weens night.

Just ate the candy,

diluting his thoughts of foresight.

Ragged complexion,

blackness of skin.

A mouth drools open,

for the sweetness within.

Sweetness the parasite,

was his constant friend.

A Mother's warning,

never heeded in the end.

Now hide if you can,

from his constant pursuit.

Learn he has,

the value of your vegetables

and fruit.

He raids your gardens,

at night he does.

Eating your veggies,

the rightful healthier buzz.

No longer the monster,

once sickened by sweets.

Invigorating lifestyle,

is his new bag of treats.

The Vegetarian Zombie,

is what he likes to be known.

But still,
he will bite you,

so he won't eat alone!

This is,
Reincarnated As Edgar Allan Poe For Only One Poem,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “If slaughterhouses had glass walls, we would all be vegetarian.”
- Paul McCartney - 

This is my Poem and I'm sticking to it!

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Thanks for reading.