Sharday Cage: Zombie
The intrigue of pretty green,
Makes the saliva runneth over.
The thirst lingers until we’re all mad with it.
Our spirit laid to rest.
The dead swallow our hidden dreams,
For their ancestors did the same.
Awake, child!
Open your reckless eyes and take notice upon yourself.
See what a spectacle you have become?
To die and be resurrected.
But look, you are still dead!
Only you are just a vessel,
Filled with nothingness.
Just an empty pity,
Standing hopelessly like a dumb caucus,
On that assembly line.
Dying for your turn at your precious zombie’s chocolate.
The hunger stinging your throat,
Like needles scratching.
Going only where the blood runs.
Immersed in debt and bills,
Our bodies have long given way.
Such weary fragile shells,
But the will to suffer on quietly continues.
The body has no other choice but to function.
With our decrepit feet,
We’ll walk until our toes fall off.
All in the name of those dead presidents.
We’ll all chase after them,
Until the bullet forges its way through our head.
By Sharday Cage
Editor’s Note: We’re proud to bring a little class to this outfit by offering poems by Miss Sharday Cage, also known as Lady Day — a young poet with a bright future.
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Former Chicago Police Chief Jody Weis, because….
He raised a stink about non-existent gang signs on the city sticker, and made a 15-year-old boy’s life miserable. Nice going, dumbass!
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