Mulga The Artist: zombie drawing

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28 April 2012

They've Drunk Our Blood Now It's Time To Die!

These are 2 artworks I completed in my notebook.

They are freaky characters.

Here's a poem I wrote about them and as usual it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.

If any one wants to write their own poem I can put it up on the blog.

An ode to these two freaks

They've drunk our blood

We have no food

Our bellies do grumble

That is quite rude

We will arise

With pitch forks raised

Our rage intense

And justified

We'll gut those pigs

Who caused this mess

Dues will be paid

Of this we stress

Now it's time to die

There's no place to run

Only charred bones will remain

When we're done

Justice will be served

Just like a cake

At the birthday party

But it'll be your wake

The End

See you next time

-Mulga

07 April 2012

Zombie King of the Sea

This painting is for sale for $320.
It is framed (total framed size is 79 x 108 cm).
If you would like to buy, email me at mulgasroom@gmail.com

This is what it looks like next to me. It is pretty awesome.

This is a poem

An Ode to the Zombie King of the Sea

I am Zombie

King of the Sea

All powerful

That is me

I inhabit the depths

Where Leviathan roam

Down many steps

I call my home

My beard is long

And it is red

The source of my power

Keeps me fed

Like the pits of Mordor

I am underwater death

Just dip in your toe

And take a breath

Upon dolphins and whale

I enjoy to feed

With but one bite

I devour with speed

If your down my way

Come and say hi

I'll invite you to stay

I'll bake a pie

The flavour could be

Penguin and shark

Bounty of the sea

This aint no lark

The End

See you next time.

-Mulga

28 March 2012

Where's My Scalp Zombie

This zombie is not to happy, he lost his scalp.

He cries tears of green ooze and longs for the day when the cool winds of change did not ruffle the insides of his subconscious.

You can buy this guy on a sticker here.

Here's a poem about this creepy creature

Where's My Scalp Zombie

His scalp is gone

His brains are green

His head was sawn

By things unseen

The birds do nibble

He collects the rain

He's prone to dribble

We can see his brain

Oh the horror!

Oh the strain!

To have uncovered

Thee precious brain!

The End

See you next time

-Mulga

17 March 2012

Captain Crook the Shady Zombie Captain

This guy is a real shady character, you can see it in his eyes and by the way he smiles.

My talented friend Stuart McKerihan composed a poem about this seed bag.

Captain Crook

If you’re after a captain

Who looks more sleazy

You’d be hard pressed

This one’s real greasy

From port to port

He’s known all round

As the meanest moustache

To ever run aground

Once the commodore

Of a mighty fleet

Now he hangs out

Where the fishes sleep

The legend goes

That he was steering his vessel

When first mate Billy

Gave him the cutthroat special

His mutinous crew

Began to rejoice

Till they heard a rumble

A sickening voice

Turns out that zombies

Don’t bleed too much

And Captain Crook

Wasn’t dead as such

The terrified crew

Bailed in quick succession

And Crook was left nursing

His leering expression

Not at all pleased

He set about fishing

His mutinous crew

Ending up in the kitchen

To figure what happened

You don’t need much vision

Just spare a thought for the crew

The next time you go fishin’

See you next time.

-Mulga

14 March 2012

Winter Surfer Zombie

This is the winter surfer zombie.

A Poem About the Winter Surfer Zombie

He likes his hood

When the waters cold

It goes really good

It makes him bold

He surfs the Antarctic

On his single fin

With the penguins and seals

He likes the waves big

He lost his fingers

And all his toes

From a real long session

He even lost his nose

He'd do it again

It was that good

It's etched in his memory

Under his hood

See you next time.

- Mulga