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Ampoule

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A VILLANELLE POEM. (specific structure, etc) POETRY CLASS JUST GOT A THOUSAND TIMES COOLER.


All through the night they shuffle

All through the night they shuffle
A thousand stiffs who hold no heat
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum

The President’ll fret and Congress’ll crumble
Too late’ll they find, a bullet through the mind, is how they’re beat
All through the night they shuffle

They have plans for your noggin – but not the hair, scalp, nor skull
It’s those sweet, mushy grey vittles they wish most to eat
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum

Hardly damned with no souls to humble
Not a care in the world; their life sure sounds great
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum

Carrying the arm of your Aunt—Hey, isn’t that your Uncle?
Nah, it’s just another one of them, nibbling a piece of meat
All through the night they shuffle

Finding safety in high ground you feel the tables are turned
Seeing the never-ending horde below, you begin to pray
All through the night they shuffle
In a wave they come: your brothers, sisters, and your mum
 
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So. Much. Win. T.T
 
THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT'S ABOUT ZOMBIES. THEREFOR IT IS ALLOWED TO BE AWESOME!
 
CAN I SURF THAT WAVE?

IT GONNA BE SO CASH WHEN SOMEONE ASKS ME "BRAH, WHAT DID YOU DO LAST WEEK?"

AND I SAY "NUTHING MUCH, BROHAM, JUST TOTALLY WENT SURFING ON A WAVE OF MY UNDEAD LOVE ONES. I TOTALLY GOT STOKED WHEN UNCLE EARL AND GRAND MA MA CAME TOGETHER IN AN UNHOLY WAVE OF FAT ROTTING FLESH. SHIT WAS KILLER."