Ted Sheridan


God Bless The Child Who Has His Own Jungle Home - Poem by Ted Sheridan

I want to go back to the jungle
Where I was once happy
Sleep on the ground with the snakes and maggots
Eat shit and drink dirty water
Killing for a living…but
Never getting a chance to spend the dirty money
I want to be shot at by natives and stoned by bugs the size of helicopters
Eat rice and drink more dirty water
Tell dirty jokes to warriors in fatigues
Masturbate in total darkness under the stars
Just like the other primates do
I want to go back to the jungle
Only wash once a month
Smell like I belong there
Look like I belong there
Stay pissed off and happy
Walking around looking for a fight
Crawling through tall elephant grass
Digging tunnels in which to hide
Killing for a living…and never asking God for his forgiveness
Because he made me just as I am
An animal that pretends to live like a man
But one that still howls at the moon….

2007 © T Sheridan

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  • Rookie - 103 Points To Windward (12/28/2007 2:32:00 PM)

    I'm howling with you Ted.....nice one... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008


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