Sam Edison

Rookie (July 7th 1982 / Brooklyn, New York)


Poem by Sam Edison

I keep battling Leprechauns on the hour every hour
As my eyes are set on Jesus, Leprechauns come to over power
They keep offering good whiskey and a good stout for me to devour
I think they realize my hearts like a flower
Beautiful and delicate full of love but yet sour
So I say the Our Father hoping they would go away
But they keep coming back like the light of another day
They control my mind with there evil hypnotizing words they do say
Theres no day like today to drink your troubles away
Party until the next morning miss church theres no need to pray
Breath stinking like Jameson Im peniless alone and feeling grey
All because these dam leprechauns just wont go away

Comments about Leprechauns by Sam Edison

  • Patrick A. Martin (7/19/2009 8:25:00 PM)

    Leprechauns errrr Mine were black and red bats but the bottles were full of the same stuff(Report)Reply

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  • Carol Gall (7/13/2009 3:55:00 PM)

    good write battle with leprechauns which are most likely your personal demons
    from drinking and guilt(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 5, 2009