Z IS FOR ZOMBIES

Including ABC Wednesday, Carry On Tuesday and Heads or Tails.
Have you had a go yet?

POLLY TICKS

We now know that the Zombie was most likely a business venture. As
slavery ended it seems that some plantation foremen in Haiti used a
poison that aped death. Once buried, they’d dig up the victims and
give an antidote, which revived them but left them without a mind. In
this way, they could work them as they wished. As I look at much of
corporate life today, I get the feeling that the idea has been
perfected.

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BRIT NEWS: Led Zep singer Robert
Plant rec’d CBE from Prince Charles. The
greatest rock voice ever looked strange in collar and tie.

HEALTH NEWS: Healthy weight isn’t healthy? Survey says those who
are slightly overweight tend to live longer. Commonsense strikes again.

BRIT NEWS: Afghanistan. Death toll of Brit troops rising.
New vehicles ‘unsafe’. Hey, Brown! Throwaway
culture doesn’t extend to our troops!!

PILE

Is this a poem or a pile?
Words and lines in orderly file,
A reflection of how we tend to be,
Piles of actions our destiny,
Piles of things we call our own,
Piles of errors for which we atone;
Is this a life or just a pile?
I’ll have to think on that a while

DREAM ON

Fiction: ‘Dream on,’ said the Seducer, ‘for dreams are sweet’. They
had never said those actual words, but he knew he had heard them
often. And of course, he’s not alone. Throughout the past the
Seducer has been there, offering dreams aplenty – dreams sweet
with aspiration – dreams for YOU, the Seducer always said, as you
dreamt the night away, and then … as he opened the credit card
bill, the awakening.

FICKLE ARGUMENT

I’m not fickle – yes you are,
I’m not a materialist – expensive car?
I’m not self-centred – get away from the mirror,
You’re just jealous – Laughter; tear;
Well you’re just fickle – your argument’s blown,
I’ll fiddle with these – leave my books alone!
Your ideas are stupid – you’ve gone too far,
Get an ambulance, please – okay! Fickle we are

© Anthony North, July 2009

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