Smiley in the Snow
Dark, dirty slush; the remainder of snow
Light gray against the asphalt
Matched by clouds hung in the sky low
Depressing the day deeply
Wet wind washed over the parking lot
Whipping against my face
Inhospitable, the weather worked against me
As I walked toward the shop where I would buy a hot cocoa
There, in the ice, looking up unbothered
A sticker used to seal the to-go cups
Bright yellow face with a sense of serenity
The smiley face sticker looked happily at me
You gotta pick the right guy to do the job.
A zombie is just a friend who died and is trying to eat your brains.
Go out now and vote for LibertyBob.