Hey all–so we’ve finally reached a massive 7 votes on the ‘What would you like more poems about?’ poll, and the winner is–ZOMBIES!!! So your special treat for today is a poem about two subjects close to my heart, Zombies and L.A. Its called ‘When the Zombies Came for Hollywood’
When the Zombies Came for Hollywood
When the Zombies came for Hollywood,
They came for brains,
Tom Cruise was fine.
The Zombies shuffled into Mann’s Chinese theatre
And watched Transformers 2,
And felt dumber for it.
The zombies had a sit down at Spago
Discussed the weeks box office returns, over bits of Harvey Weinstein
And all agreed he was much better years ago.
When the zombies came for Hollywood, they came in Armani suits
With starlets on their arms who would just DIE for a role,
So the zombies ate them. And then the suits.
And still they got no brains.
The zombies wrote screenplays on Apple Macs in coffee shops
Splattered with the viscera of their victims, and Frappachino
And bitched about how theirs was a dying art, man.
I heard some zombies who were runners on Two and a Half Men
Were fired for merely shuffling, so they ate the producers
The show’s quality was unaffected.
And The Zombies had a movie greenlighted, but it fell through in the end.
But the production company still owes them money.
The zombies got a DUI on Sunset Boulevard
Because they wouldn’t be caught undead on the bus.
The zombies experienced ageism, and sexism, and lifeism, and one got
Botox, but her face slid off, so she ate the plastic surgeon.
He tasted like greed.
And the zombies argued over the plot of Lost
And the zombies went to audition after audition,
where they were met with
benign indifference and shotguns.
It’s hard to say which hurt more.
So the zombies walked along the beach that night, full of doubt,
Wondering if they’d made the right choice, and thinking what would happen
If they just started swimming out to sea, and never stopped.
They cried. Tears of blood of the living.
One day, they just left. Moved closer to home.
Started up small business and holistic healing centers
Where they ate people.
Some went to New York, where there were lots of brains,
But they found it too effete, so they called their moms
And said they were going someplace ‘less pretentious’,
like Philadelphia or Boston.
One zombie went to New Jersey, and fit right in.
The zombies may not have gotten what they wanted
In Los Angeles. Fame. Dreams. Brains.
But they kept shuffling. They just kept shuffling.