We are the infected,
we have one thing on our minds.
By our hunger we are directed
to eat fresh meat all the time.
In masses, we come,
looking for things to wack.
Our feast we have begun
when you we attack.
We want to eat you-
where will you run?
What will you do
when we have our evil fun?
Slowly we proceed;
how do you hold the dead back?
Will we succeed
to make you into a snack?
Away from us you will want to stay-
we are such a wicked being.
You will want to find a way
keep away from something so mean.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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