All Apologies

... to Pastor Niemoller:

First they rose out of the graves
And I did not scream out because it was not my grave.



Then they ate the branes of the stockbrokers
and I did not scream out because I am not a stockbroker.



Then they devoured the flesh of the soccer moms
And I did not scream out because I am not a soccer mom



Finally they came for my branes
and I could not scream out,



BECAUSE A FACKIN ZOMBEE DOG RIPPED MY THROAT OUT!!!

zombees courtesy of saying yes. Thanks Sir Jennifer!! I welcome my glow-in-the-dark Brethren, not to mention the classic mall-dwellers!!