Lament of a Slow Moving Zombie

Me like brains for to eat
Me want run with my feet
Me friends they run for brains
But me old school and no can explain

Why me walk slow and lope along
With speedy friends, me don't belong
Took all strength to dig out of grave
What more do when brains I crave

Other zombies pump they knees
Fast to victims and heads they squeeze
They fast, they sprint and jog
Scare people bad when coming out fog

Me try pick up pace
To eat under peoples face
But living stroll right by
Me can't even nibble thigh

Worst is people mock
Laugh and time me with stop clock
Say "catch me if you may"
Then them slowly walk away

(photo from danhollisterduck, flickr.com)