Coffeehouse of the Damned

Okay, zombie hipsters. You asked for it. Coffeehouse of the Damned is now stuck to ZDG like that time you walked in on your grandparents doing bad things with the denture glue.

A birthday poem

Just a little zombie song
Though they’re really hard to train
They like to sing falsetto
While munching on your brain

Your eyes pop out their nostrils
And ears come out their cheeks
And all the while your birthday cake
Will fester there for weeks

But fear not, my Undead friend
For they will move along
There’s always someone down the road
To hear their birthday song.


Though our hearts are pulled asunder
Through our fights and many blunders
This is what you ought to know
Before you burn my stuff and go
You want to know what’s in my head?
I left it for you under the bed.

Zombie sing-along

Just a little zombie verse
They come around when you've been cursed

They pop up when the end is near
And hope they catch you by the ear

As they nibble, they'll be hummin'
On your intestines, they'll be strummin'

And sing about the one that fled
But luckily they kept his head

 Slightly moldy
Two hearts beat as though as one
Dried and putrid but more fun

No one could ever argue with
As zombies share lovers kiss

Slightly moldy, missing toes
The love between them always grows

Chin up, zombie singletons!
There is no law that the brokenhearted
Must be withered, and thus departed

For those who loved and then had lost
May find again at any cost

A heart so true, they're quick to heal
And gain themselves a tasty meal

Love's Sweet Pickle
It's the little things that mean so much
Like toes and fingers, eyes and such

But search within for love's sweet call
As zombies stagger, trip and fall

They don't give up, though heads are fickle
A zombie's heart is love's sweet pickle.

Eyebrows fried are quite a dish
Eyebrows fried are quite a dish
They make the other zombies wish

That they had someone to admire
While they stay away from fire

The daring of a zombie male
Competes as other zombies pale

In feats of stumbling to and fro
In love matters this they know

That hearts are fragile as they feel
They are the finest zombie meal

Stiffness comes not from the bones
Nor from our thoughts when we're alone

It comes when we are separated
From our loved ones, we are gated

To stand apart and watch them live
And ask their beating hearts to give

One glance our way, one stolen kiss
One tiny finger they won't miss

We cannot reach them, no not yet
But one day soon, those brains we'll get.

Winter takes finesse Victims slide away too fast
Dodging zombie hordes

Snowflakes melt on tongues
but not the ones in pockets 
zombies saves for snacks

There once was a zombie named Horace
Who thought he would join the new chorus

His heart all a flutter
He came down with a stutter

And now there's no chorus for Horace

The toes, they burn
Holiday parties
zombies sniff the cheese tray and 
eat the mistletoe

Survivor zombie haiku
Shotgun at my side 
I face the horde alone, though 
brightside - no more Snooki

Nothing on TV
just reruns of Fact of Life 
Tootie first to go

Knock, knock on my door
Candygram game gets old now but 
they keep coming back

Wintertime is FUN time for the Undead
Hills full of children
laughing as they glide down slopes
zombies make great sleds

Dashing through the snow 
zombies turn over sleighs to find 
yummy treats inside