Sunday, April 15, 2012

A Flat Navy

Flat navy leaves Galveston
They head toward Mobile Bay
Slowly bringing grey zombies along
They float in a water of oily soup
Known as the Gulf of Zombie
The zombships leave their port
What shall become of the graduate
What shall become of broken bottles
Left to float their soul on the waters
Flat navy was the color of their ribbons.

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