Stinking Thinking And Censorship Poem by Ted Sheridan
Stinking Thinking And Censorship
Nurse, dear, dear nurse
I think I require more medication
If I am to remain docile
I'm beginning to feel my feet and hands....
And therefore believe that I might still
Actually be alive....
If I am alive then I would have to express myself
As I see fit and that might mean
That I would quit
Thinking about rainbows and angels and God
Only knows what evil might then spew from my bowels...
2008 © TS
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4/19/2024 11:08:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh oh....I'm not sure what I missed...but something tells me...this can't be good. You ok Ted? ? Hugs, Dee