ZOMBIE SHROOMS
Will
(Note:
About four years gone past, my ol’ friend Tom up n’ says to me,
“Hey man, let’s get our bags and go on a fungus gatherin’ spree!
So we asked an old, grim farming man, where some jus might be found.
He said, “You boys take that road right there, just to the edge of town.”
It was late, oh mighty dark, so I checked, it was well past three,
We made our turn, a left and a right, down to an ol’ oak tree.
The moon was riding in the sky, yellow, bright, oh so big and round,
Suddenly there, right nearby, we saw some growing on this mound.
Then those clouds part jus a bit, there’s a vehicle crowned in rust.
We shined our lights onto it’s side, it was an old VW bus.
About the time to get the prize, we both heard a little thump.
That same old man, was Farmer Grimm, he leapt up upon a stump.
“Now you boys may be wondering why I might be standing here,
I’ve jus come to save both yer hides , so in that ,don’t have no fear.”
“Sit on a log, roll up one ‘r two and listen to this tale.”
“It’s the story of ten un-lucky Heads, on the road from Vale.”
“They were looking for a cap or two, to get them on their way.”
“Jus’ to let yah know, this crew‘d never been fount unto this day.”
“Some say there’s a legend ‘bout this here place, ‘n the old oak tree.”
“Zombies come out on those full moon nights, some say to eat and feast.”
“Don’t pick those shrooms, they’ll spell your doom, those damn Zombies grew ‘em there.”
“If they say, ‘Jus feed yer’ Head’, their a’ talking about ‘dem undead..”
About that time, me ‘n Tom did eye, some ruckus ‘round the bus,
There were ten old Heads, just standing there, rotten ‘n full of pus.
They had natty old dreads, n’ tie dyed tees, smelling like some funk,
“Oh just fine.”, we had realized, we may’ve just ran out of luck.
That ole’ man, the Farmer Grimm, he had sold us down the river,
Had some deal, with them Dead Heads, ‘twas us that he did deliver.
Tom just turned and said to me, “It Looks like our goose might be cooked.”
“There’s just one thing left for us to do, turn tail, haul ass and book.”
As we were running down some dirt trail, an idea came to me.
“Hey Tom, Think I know what we can do, and how to get us free.”
I found my bag of burley schwag, wasn’t green, no just dark brown.
“They just might stop, to see what dropped.”, so I tossed it to the ground.
As luck would have it, those ole’ zombie folks, hadn’t smoked in years.
They grabbed the bag, then gathered round and sat down upon their rears.
‘Twas a ghastly sight in the pale moon light, all them damn dead lepers.
Then one said, “We’ll have to go, for in the van we’ve got some papers.”
They all got up and lumbered off, so we both jumped up and ran.
We made our way, back to the car, jus’ running fast as yah’ can.
Late on some full moon night, you might see ‘em growing big n’ round.
Hear our tale of hippie hell and steer clear of the Zombie mound.
“Don’t eat those shrooms, they’ll seal your doom, those damn Zombies put them there.”
“Please don’t buy, just one or two, those old bunk caps from ‘dem undead.