And Those That Have Nothing To Say Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

The zombies are here, and they're not even nice
If your a pinhead then go on a holiday
one might even say that you work for satan
life is a precious gift, the days are inconsequential, until you follow the map, enter the forest
and swim amongst many waves
you are free and unfettered to consume this precious gift, that enters in the mouth at the seaside
Is not an artificial paradise, shall we say that it is a paradox, by which the lucky ones find hope
and those who have tgo enter the artificial paradise
As we can see paradise is precious
BUt shall we summarise, we all need hope and happiness and a paradise, so as to make life a dear gift