Zombie Love

Aw, come on back honey,
it ain’t so bad,

my severed hand
still reaches for your breast,

my penis (now a mile back up the road
thanks to you)

still aches for your sweet hole.
I’m so sorry about your ear. I was jus’ playin.’

I’ll give it back, I promise.
Just slow down, honey.

We can still make this work.
Just think of the things we can do.

You could jump rope with my spilled entrails,
drink my brain with a straw through my nose,

just like one o’ them Egyptian pharaohs;
I ain’t really usin’ it no more.

That way, we’ll be together,
at One with Jesus, forever and evermore.