On Zombie Apocalypse
I woke and wandered through the western waste
With little memory of the time before.
My job, my loans, my future all erased
By shotgun, moans of "braaaaaaains", and blood and gore.
My zombie-killing partner has my back
With sawed-off parking meter and a gun:
So side by side we fend off each attack.
When we use up the gas, we'll have to run.
We used to both be lawyers, i recall:
Opposing counsel, loathed each others' guts,
But we have had to swallow all that gall.
Now golf clubs are for harder things than putts.
If i survive, avoiding zombie torts,
I swear, i'm never going back to court!