Corrections
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Zombie Nation
Sol Guar
Gotta make that paper
Gotta get that hustle
Cuz I’m king of my castle
Workin’ 9 to 5
Naw...it's more like
struggling to survive
Gotta keep my family alive
Puttin in 14 hr days
And I’m thinken “Mannn, crime pays”
But I can’t go that route
That’s not what I'm about
I’m a man now, can’t act like a boy
I build up now, I don’t destroy
I don’t run the streets, like I did then
Imma teach my kids a lil zen
My wify’s belly growen
But she gotta keep shakin that ass
‘Till she’s showen
And even then…
She’s gonna have to deal with those freaks again
They like the way it feels when my baby’s kicken
While they sticken
And yeah, it makes me SICK!!!
Yeah, I wanna throw up!!!
But it’s just what we gotta do
If we wanna come up
In this zombie nation
Since I’m here for the duration
Not makin my babies no bastards
They carry the name
Of my proud, working ancestors
I wonder if they had it this rough
If they had to push for every dime
Putting one foot in front of the other
One penny at a time
While feeling they never got ahead
I wanna lay in a comfortable bed
I get sleepy, I get tired
But every morning
I catch the bus in fear
Maybe today I get fired
Man, I was even thinking of joining
The evil american forces
But I’m not that greedy
I can’t take lives for pay
That’s not MY american way
I can’t deploy
With weapon ready to destroy
I gotta teach my baby boy
Daddy aint no thug
Though I can’t say...
I don’t take the occasional drug
Sometimes it’s the only way I sleep
Knowing wify lays flat on her back
To keep these bills on track
Prayin no one does her harm
Like that punk...
that almost broke her arm
Cuz he didn’t wanna pay
These nightmares
They come even on warm sunny days
Birds in the air chirping
Their propaganda delivering
And I’m left with this life
Cuz suicide isn’t even worth considering
Gotta keep alive and well
So I can work my 9 to 5
Don’t have time for my aggravation
Gotta keep feeding the Zombie Nation!
*Printed Version of Volume XV failed to use the artist name given in all featured poems and in About the authors.
Photography: Zach Fernandez, "Waiting for the Motion in the Ocean" (Volume 15)