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Steven Harris


Zombie Earth.


Being chased around
the top of a car
park by actors pretending
to be zombies
it's like laser quest with
the undead
you get a laser
toy gun and you need to
shoot at the opposite
team while zombies chase
after you so that can
grab tags off your back
and if they grab them
your team loses two
points
and it's got me thinking
has music, t.v, books and
films got old
have they become
boring
do people now feel the
need to experience
something real
do people feel the need
to be up close
and personal
to feel entertained
it feels like it's going that
way
sitting down listening, watching,
reading is too hard now
too boring
too long
they need to do it
they want to be the
superheroes
the zombies
the survivors
the spies
the villains
people need to be invold
people don't want to
sit down anymore and
watch and read and
listen
that's too old
apart of the past
it's all about be up close
in your face
feel the fear for
real
and i'm scared that this
is all true
because I don't know
if this is a good thing.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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