Ted Sheridan Poems

You poor pitiful and apparently sick man
Bloated like an expired sales date on a roll of pork sausage
Logic would tell you that your time is drawing near
What with that oozing sore on the top of your head
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Sanctioned by her own conscious she harbors her resentment
In the dirty panties and crusted socks she sleeps in each night
They comfort her in her misery and provide another excuse
To curse God for painful truths she feels he bestows on her alone
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He grew up wanting to be a hobo and ride the trains
With names like the Powhatan and the Pocahontas
The old trains provided a familiarity to his dreams
The click clacking sounds of steel meeting steel
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Since when did everyone in this friggin’ televised world of ours
Decide they could endear themselves to the rest of us ordinary people
By picking up a large coffee mug
Complete with some fancy logo imprinted on the face of it
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Dearest Daddy….the message said
I’ll be over to get my things on Saturday
We’ve found a house and we are moving in
So open the door when we knock
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I wonder …if you spend over two hundred million dollars to become President
Just how much money would it take to become Emperor?
It couldn’t be that much more…
Emperor Hillary Clinton has a certain ring to it don’t you think…
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A man of fifty years or better
Approaches the porcelain bowl
Looks down to see his feet
He must now lean forward at such extreme
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Having only ever experienced love in a room dark with suspicions
She really had no clue as to the depth of the incisions love can make
When preformed by a surgeon who knows how to cut
Or the drunkeness it can induce
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It was just a bomb that took four arms and six legs
From nine perfectly healthy individuals
It was just a bomb that took sixteen lives
And left seventy two people seriously wounded
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I am doing research on the most effective and least
Painful ways for me to forever leave this life
So far the only two methods I have found both involve
A Monkey, a Boa snake and a Handmaiden.....
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