The Bio Hazards of Sleazy Hotels and Cheap Booze by Ted Sheridan

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The Bio Hazards of Sleazy Hotels and Cheap Booze

I have a flesh eating virus that is eating me
It loves red meat but won’t touch a fine steak
It feeds on me at night and wakes me with pain
As I strive to remember where I hid the morphine
It tells me it is my friend and will put an end to my plight
I can call it C for short it says
In a voice similar to that of my own
It tugs at my balls to see my chagrin
As I curse and rehearse my epitaph’s end
And take another x-ray for the Doc
Just to make sure a flesh eating virus is all that I’ve got…

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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Cheryl Moyer (11/25/2007 4:21:00 PM)
Ted -
Better the painful familiarity we know......it's amazing how close we can become.
Very well done Ted.

Cheryl

Ivan Donn Carswell (11/25/2007 1:59:00 PM)
The experiment with internal rhyme was a great success. Rgds, Ivan

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