ZomBabies

I was raised by what I’ve read

Books that teach to raise the dead

I don’t use it for good or for evil

I use it for jobs that seem primeval

I try not to act too suspicious

Ignore the zombie that’s washing my dishes

Look past the gardner who is undead

Disregard the butler without a head

I live alone with my zombie creations

I’ve never been one for lasting relations

There is no father, just me; no drama

I’m like the zombies’ baby mama