Walking Southern Boulevard….a poem.

The sex zombies
    have started humping trees and utility polls along Southern Boulevard the streets overrunning with them.

I actually saw zombies humping
    a Corvette, thinking the lines on the pickups too conservative.

Behind a gas station hidden from the highway,

Folks gangbang each other with empty pale eyes, men and women, wanting the receiving,
        all while they empty themselves of gray matter.

All the prostitutes left a week ago.