I need fresh air
and a change
of pace
and an excuse
to put on
a happy face.
They tell me to move my feet
and get up
off my ass.
It's time I guess
for a mausoleum
day pass!
So I venture outside
to see
the sun
although my anxiety
has come
undone.
I look like shit.
I feel much
worse.
For the living dead
it's become
quite a curse!
I miss the air conditioning
back
inside
as if I'd gone
to heaven
when I died
but this scene
outside
is killing me.
Everyone's smiling
in the land
of the free.
An innocent child
hands me
a big balloon.
It lifts me
into the sky
like a surreal cartoon.
Imagine
a flying zombie
in mid-air.
No wonder
I'm so lifeless
by courting despair.
Another smart kid
decides
to shoot me down.
I'm not cut out
to be
a circus clown.
Excuse me please.
I must
retreat.
For my heart is broken
and it does not
beat.
Oh carry me back
to the place
I belong.
This mausoleum day pass
is just simply
wrong.