Tapping from the basement door.
“‘Tis the zombie ghoul” I muttered,”Rapping on my basement door.
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Ah, remembrance has no pity!
My shiny shoes would dance upon the boards of Gracie Mansion’s floor.
Cocaine to my favorite whore.
“Throw him out!” the people chanted, chasing me from glory’s door.
Threw me out, without my whore.
“Show her paucity of pity!
When they see it, how the crap’ll flow from the Big Apple’s core.
Stands now ‘hind my basement door.
With a strength that showers me with splinters from the wooden door.
The Zombie’s rage is not abating.
And I long to see the New York Halloween Parade once more.
To see New Yorkers dressed as zombies, killing zombies by the score.
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