The world has become rather strange it seems
With corpses shambling about, and yet
For whatever stupid, mundane reason
Not one person knows what a zombie is?

We can suspend our disbelief and think
“Ha! Of course, humans were the real monsters!”
But in all of this ongoing drama
These adults are listening to a child?!

Oh, my darling Clementine, forgive me
For dangling more false hope on a string,
Making you believe you could be happy
Before the writers rewrite that ending.

“Somebody will remember that,” they say,
When the reality is “somebody”
Will certainly be dead, missing, or worse
By the time this episode ends. Again.

I begin to wonder, why did I spend
Like, say, twenty dollars on this season?
That would be well-invested, maybe, on
Dinner and a movie, more fulfilling.

I won’t get attached, the writing is bad,
I’ll go with my first instinct, and - wait, no,
I didn’t know that would get them killed! Stop!
I’ll reload, just once - I’m not invested!