My Brother's a Zombie!

I just can't deny it,

Can no longer hide it,

My brother's a zombie for sure.

The proof is quite clear;

They've turned him, I fear,

And it's sad cause there isn't a cure.

He's turning fifteen,
His toenails are green,
He's got spots all over his face.
He's lanky and grey,
Cause he hides from the day
And his hair is all over the place.

When trying to play

He wanders away,

Dragging his feet like they're lead.

When I throw him the ball

He just lets it fall,

Or it bounces right off of his head.

He can't really walk,

And he can't really talk,

He's immune to what mom and dad say.

When asked to do chores,

He looks at the floors,

Then grunts as he shuffles away.

And look at his room!

The dusty old tomb,

Where pizzas and hamburgers rot;

Who but the dead

Could sleep in a bed

That smells like a sock-stewing pot.

Yes, it's perfectly clear,

It's certain, I fear.

The proof is infallibly plain.

What proves it the most

Is he's dumb as a post

Cause zombies have eaten his brain.                                              

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