I used be a big man.. <br />but now ive lost a bit of weight... <br />not to mention a few fingers.. <br />about three so far to date... <br /> <br />its hard to get the ladies... <br />when all they do is run and hide... <br />i haven't even had girlfriend.. <br />ever since the day i died... <br /> <br />maybe its the rotten stench... <br />and my deep long guttral moan... <br />or could it even be my lust for flesh.. <br />that means the girls dont call me on the phone... <br /> <br />could it be my putrid skin.. <br />all coming off in flakes and bits... <br />or the maggots crawling in my veins... <br />that scares them out of their wits.. <br /> <br />all i want is a girl to call my own... <br />who will see past my deformity and pains... <br />one who will love me for who i am... <br />and has some really tasty brains!<br /><br />Peter Madden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sick-zombie/
