Treasure Island

Ted Sheridan


Her Laundry List


Curtains were made
to conceal ugly people's nudity
Matchsticks were made to
scratch the inside of your ears
(doctors warn against this practice)
Fishing poles were made
to poison a man's ambition
Carpeting was made to cover dirt floors
Television was made to sell crap
Newspapers were written to wrap the crap in
Welfare was made to keep people dependent on crap

And finally
I was made to be yours
Socks worn more than three days were meant to be thrown away
and so therefore you weren't made to be mine

Logic....who said anything about Logic?

Submitted: Friday, February 09, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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