Dawn of the living dead
Evry light inside the house was out
I dreamed of Kung Fu grip
The creatures slowly moved about
The truck outside looked invitational
I knew I would have to go away
The mailbox on the ground
Six weeks after Independence Day

Beside it Alvah Roebuck's
Catalog of soft nonfiction lay
Wishbook page 425
I circled what I wished to get
Someday
Away
Hooray

Now it's the 21st and
Everyone wants their country back
And my new friends have found
A magic spell to shield us from attack
They would find me somewhere safe to sleep
I know I'll probably stay away