{I've yet to record vocals Preferably you'll read it To the rhythm of the song... Assuming there's rhythm at all!} We Were Sitting on the plushest couch, Smoking joints to pa** the time, Comatose, the three of us, Remained atop our leather cloud. Tethered to the tele, that screen Had but one story, The horror kept developing Like weather every morning, how With precision and no warning, The creatures were released. From what is known We think they're clones Of cannibals, they crave flesh And don't you know, The epidemic grows and grows Snowballing, end over end While the legislative trend Begins to shrivel as it's driven In upon itself to make decisions On a Life or d**h Threat Stupidity tried to make a civil resolve But sending out political diplomats to barter Just extended the reach of the disease's sprawl Weekend warriors in the coast guard Were the next to fall, within a week Our leaders were directing a retreat "Good people of this great country We are faced with the greatest adversity Ever seen in our history, A blind Enemy That cares not about allegiance Please remain in the safety Of your homes, until further notice These clones are dangerously contagious Remain strong, Vigilance is not advised I repeat vigilance is not advised Lock your doors and conserve your resources..." It was a call we had envisioned, Hypothetically; Projected fears of fallout woe Suspecting monstrous men to raise from the grave But never, ever, expected to get These crimson scenes of gore injected And imprinted to our memories For once The tele censored nothing The shock was not ephemeral Mom and Pop left five days ago To see if they could spot a safer location Where we could go, hole up And hide for a few days. . . They might have found one But my money's put down On the chance they drowned In that sea of Crazies Responsibility augmented upon me so quickly A fifteen year old, face peppered with pimples Frame lanky, frail, pale skinned, In a panic I called my friends, Amigos Joseph and Mary No relation, I swear, The sweetest, smartest Stoners in the area, a few years older than me Joseph was my lab partner in the local college community We hit it off and lost sight of age lines They were the only two I could trust SO I called em up, offered them shelter In my peaceful abode, with enough food for a few weeks And they sprang at the opportunity Commuting stealthily, avoiding police Evading the crazies, their arrival brought more pain Than I asked for, But I didn't complain, I had to comply Had to survive, through my worst fear; Dying So, We got to work quick, cut-throat, defiant. After boarding up the windows and Barricading doors, A fortress We've, This three bed Front, Protection from the danger out there A moment of silence, to bask in our production Joseph and Mary brought a full pound Of that THC blessed leaf Vicodin and Morphine were abundant My mother couldn't sleep and my father Broke his back doing Contract construction I popped one of each, While the other two Ground The weeds to a soft, seedless lump, Storing the keef To Brick up, when there's no more green, it'll be about Time for another plan to seek. For now, we don't bother Toking to laugh and think back to before the destruction But still scared still after thinking it through, see This world's beyond any limit of Cruelty How could someone do what they did on the 25th, Of December, 2017? The creatures were released Into the crowd surrounding Macy's, Freed Up northin New York, simultaneously In San Francisco,LA, Miami, Kansas City Chicago, Houston, Dallas.An unknown army Caused such chaos,television had one story. We watched The catastrophe swell like a wound With endless flows of human juice Expanding elastic skin to burst; First Came reports o' raids and riots all without order Then Vigilantes Made a play to stake out the source Families disappeared in search of something safer. . . The span kept spreading like a spill, Soon maps were stained with Danger Red, Our house about to be enveloped in it- But worry we don't, we know the rules, Keep quiet and stay out of sight, There's not a chance we lose And I'm losing my head to spinning sensations Elated off d** I never would have taken, I hear A Banging on the door! Who's Banging on the door? I pa** off the doob and swiftly shift my position to the blinds, Scanning outside, This neighborhood is full of ghosts, Not a single home left has a host, Except for one and In it Looking out I see nothing STILL THAT THUMPING At the front door, Alluring every nerve in me, Blood vessels push electrically, My body –FREEZE- s. Over my shoulder I shoot a look of worry, My partners In hiding now shook themselves And scurried to my side, a triplicate of wary eyes, Scanning the outside, quietly, No words to say, Remember, Keep quiet. Out of sight we aim to be, But then comes another THUMPING, My left side shifted, as my amigo deftly Drifted to the door, Exploring the chances of the door, On the other end the THUMPING started dissipating power, Losing steam, I had a craving for a cold shower Turned my back, walking up the stairs to the bathroom I overheard The thumping turn to rustling, Fingernails for sure, scratching at the base, I make no haste, After cooling my jets I a**ume my place Back in front of My best friend The television, Light another joint, Now I'm sippin full that mental ointment, Sittin back, and trying to enjoy the Forgetting of the siblings I locked out