Ted Sheridan

Fake Id - Poem by Ted Sheridan

Someone go get the net
there is yet
another crazy
my padded cell
the brain dead
with its one eye
glaring at me
asks me to undress
as I struggle
to escape my
designer label
I need to let loose
I want to go shopping
send some flowers
to anyone who
knows me
maxing out
my credit cards
someone else
steals all of my
and accuses me
of fraud
or of my being them___

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 14, 2011

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