Some days I feel
Like an elderly zombie
Gnawing with loose
On the skull
Of the tasty

Want to know where this poem came from? Honestly, so would I. I had an image pop into my head of an old man zombie gnawing on someone’s head like it was a coconut and it seemed an appropriate analogy. I can’t say it “came” from anywhere except the vast expanse of my own imagination and no one wants the job of mapping out that trackless warehouse of collected flotsam!