black hat lied.
I tried to cover the screen with my shirt,
but that didn't work.
The buttons on the player failed.
The remote is dead.and Holly continues to give...
So I balled my fist and punched the screen.
The visual over but the sound remained.
My wife picked the player and slammed it to the floor.
Black Label Holly is no more.
Bonus+ Zombie Haiku
Waiting for sun rise
I can see what's eating you.
There is no surprise
There walking so slow
That's where they prefer to go
Where ever the wind blows
Bullet shells are hot
Black volcano Spitting lava
So watch where you sit
Blood is boiled
Tomato soup taste great
With grilled knees
Some times ,We need fear
So just in case, I prepared
Two pairs of underwear
Guns are loud
But moves crowds
I rather cut there t Hun g
Walking road kill
The color of gray streets
roads crack in heat
My guts pulled out
I'm Italian with meat balls
Now I'm spaghetti
Bitch back down
back the fuck down
You fell
Your dead
Now your undead
Ok your dead again
Heart beats and beats
juices fill the veins warm
thanksgiving canned food
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