The Zombie Apocalypse

Hordes of half alive
Half dead lifeforms
Packed onto commuter trains
Walking corpses dragging feet
to cramped office spaces
Sitting slack jawed
With glazed eyes on the bright square
of a computer screen
for 8, maybe 10
of their best hrs
of their best years
The monotony finally broken
by a short break
Only to shovel food into a facial orifice
While eyes transfixed
By the Bright spinning lights
Of a phone screen
back to work
For more screen gazing
While the big boss is grazing
On your body, time and soul
Finally get off
Drag feet to a crowded train
then home
Release food from another orifice
pass out
Wake up
Repeat
The zombie apocalypse is here and has always been