Just assure me; <br />Tell me it's not air I breathe. <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me it's not humidity I feel. <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me these treasures won't rust. <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me I still deserve life. <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me I'm not <br />A zombie. <br />'Cause right now <br />I feel like it. <br /> <br />Just assure me <br />I am not <br />Of the living dead <br />Who have found nothing <br />To be something, <br />Who are everywhere, <br />Who are the ones <br />Dragging me into <br />The ranks of rank souls. <br /> <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me <br />Kicking and screaming <br />Helps. <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me I am not <br />A consumer. <br /> <br />Just assure me; <br />Tell me <br />I still live... <br />Just assure me I can still see <br />You; <br />Just tell me I build something <br />Out of all this nothing. <br /> <br />I need assurance <br />'Cause this plastic pony <br />In front of Wal-Mart <br />Is losing pace, <br />And I can only <br />Streach this quarter You gave me <br />So far...<br /><br />Andrew Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-a-zombie/
