Waltz of the Undead
A poem.
Published in
Dec 6, 2020
The undead began their waltz as they left their posts,
they didn’t need sleep, but funnily enough they need rest,
They assembled at their posts,
and waited for their lord to give them orders.
When the lord finally came,
they cowered in fear, and prayed to the lord,
“You are the greatest” they told the lord.
The lord didn’t seem to care for praise,
all the lord cared was about the work that the undead did,
“Get back to work you pigs”
The undead scurried back to their places,
removed the wrinkles from their shirts,
tightened their nooses, I mean ties,
Forced a smiling face,
And began to work on their computers.
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