My friends, since you're weary, and need change of pace, I present to you all: Fiend Without a Face.
I was just a young kid, up late at night, when brains that were glowing flew into my sight.
The rads caused the problem, as the science will show, and the characters decisions are foolish we know.
But a good gun
will save you, if you hit the brain right, just like the zombies that now give us a fright.
In fact, on reflection, it looks like Romero, may have gotten his early ideas from this tale filled with marrow.
It was cheesy and fun looking back on it now, but the sight of those monsters scared me -- holy cow!
It's now food for Rifftracks and MISTY -type shows, but nostalgia like this drove my need for this prose.
And now I return you to your favorite station, and hope that your brains will come back from vacation.
-Rostron
July 20, 2010
