The Zomboid Infidel
Monday, August 27th, 2007The Zombie Infidel
They seek him here, they seek her there;
Those moonbats seek it everywhere.
Is he in heav’n? Is she in hell?
That unknown-gendered infidel!
He photographs the leftist freaks;
She documents Islamist geeks.
It walks among the living dead,
A price upon its unknown head.
He looks like them, she talks like them,
And yet it’s really stalking them.
When they convene, they prance and preen;
They’ve no idea by whom they’re seen.
Here zombie comes, there zombie goes,
But its ID no human knows.
Is he from heav’n? Is she from hell?
That fearless zombie infidel!
His photos, now, are seen on Fox;
Her subjects, now, the audience mocks.
It’s zombietime, let peal the bell!
That peerless zombie infidel!
He analyzes media fraud;
She leaves her readers overawed.
It spells the propagandists’ doom,
By blogging in its living room.
He now uncloaks the Red Cross hoax;
She lays it bare with masterstrokes.
It’s zombietime, let forth a yell!
That tireless zombie infidel!
A renegade from Moonbatland,
He’s seen the light; she’s made her stand.
It toils in anonymity,
And posts the truth for all to see.
Its website in the blogosphere
Brings hope to some; to others, fear.
Depictions of Muhammad’s face,
Although haraam, still “grace” the place.
The sons of Allah whine and seethe,
But zombie still does live and breathe.
It’s zombietime, for ev’r shall dwell
The timeless zombie infidel.
* by Winslow Leach, Poet Laureate of Tiny Emerald Pigskins
Update: Let’s sell T-shirts with the logo: “No, no… I’m Zombie!” (front) and “Me! I’m Zombie!” (back)
[obvious Spartacus reference]
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