Sillster Willster(1)

Oh where is my cell phone?

I cannot find it.

There is so much crap around.

Is it cleverly concealed underneath my fake tattoo?

If it gone, no one can find me and I cannot reach out

the devastation would be overwhelmingly overwhelming.

Oh where is my cell phone?

I cannot find it.

There is so much crap around.

If I reach under my seat, something may bite me.

And I would bleed zombie blood.  

I can almost taste it now.

Oh where is my cell phone?

I cannot find it.

There is so much crap around.


Have you seen my keys?