Zombie Magnetic Poetry #4

Maybe one of your beloved characters on "The Walking Dead" is going to become a zombie, where Charles will have to shoot her -- wait, what? There isn't a character named Charles?

Then what am I talking about?

Oh. Rick. That's his name. Is it me, or does it look like he's gotten a perm. Like, don't they have scissors in the zombie apocalypse? I mean -- anyone could just as easily pick up Michonne's katana, but whatever. I see how it goes. And what's up with all that sweat? Isn't there a Kmart around somewhere?

Regardless. This poem found its way on my fridge recently.