Who Killed Me? Poem by Ted Sheridan
Who Killed Me?
I’m a dead man already because I didn’t chew my food thoroughly
and I drank far too much whiskey and rum, vodka and gin
beer and Mexican bottled piss; I drank it by the gallon, warm and smelly
and then recycled it into my morning juice just before sitting down to shit bricks
of flame retardant sushi and seaweed into a watery porcelain bowl of death
where bloody stools don’t lie and cloudy urine is a testimonial to one’s weaknesses
I’m a dead man already but the time of death is still in question….
Which is why I don’t expect that I will be charged with my own murder….
The ending of this poem is just so perfect it’s beyond words
Another wonderful gritty and raw Sheridan poem! ! Hugs, Dee
Life after all is about being happy and looking forward to more, sounds like you found a way to 'Kill' death, that's why you are alive :) Death died before you :)
Ted, every poem you write amazes me more than before. You are a master of your own thoughts. I loved this one. CR
I’m a dead man already but the time of death is still in question…. Which is why I don’t expect that I will be charged with my own murder…. classic ted sheridan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Grand Ted - no mincing of words in relation to bodily functions! And there's a certain perfect logic to your conclusion of course.... t x