Am I A Zombie? Poem by Andrew Phillips

Just assure me;
Tell me it's not air I breathe.
Just assure me;
Tell me it's not humidity I feel.
Just assure me;
Tell me these treasures won't rust.
Just assure me;
Tell me I still deserve life.
Just assure me;
Tell me I'm not
A zombie.
'Cause right now
I feel like it.

Just assure me
I am not
Of the living dead
Who have found nothing
To be something,
Who are everywhere,
Who are the ones
Dragging me into
The ranks of rank souls.

Just assure me;
Tell me
Kicking and screaming
Helps.
Just assure me;
Tell me I am not
A consumer.

Just assure me;
Tell me
I still live...
Just assure me I can still see
You;
Just tell me I build something
Out of all this nothing.

I need assurance
'Cause this plastic pony
In front of Wal-Mart
Is losing pace,
And I can only
Streach this quarter You gave me
So far...