Hook Me Up To The Morphine Pump- Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death Poem by Ted Sheridan

I puked on too many words last night
I vomited on love poems aplenty
I was sickened even further
by the naivety and hopelessness
of the many blind and deaf weaklings
as they translated their feelings
in the total darkness of silence
as it exist when all things must rhyme___

I stuck my fingers down my throat
trying to induce some further nausea
as I force fed myself their redundancy
with the putrid smell of bad scribes
overpowering any resistance I ever had
to their mundane terrestrial practicality
God forbid they should ever have to venture
further than beyond this compartmental way of thinking
in search of the freedom they all seek.....
For having sold their hearts and minds
not to mention their souls to the system
They are now the contented and controlled
laboratory white rats of Caesar
They are what ails them...
It sickens me with such sorrow
to inject the truth into my veins
The overuse of antibiotics
means the bacteria wins
and I for can not allow that to happen to me___


2007©tedGsheridan