Ted Sheridan

Sell Before Next Tuesday-Pt. In A Series Of Poems Leading To My Death - Poem by Ted Sheridan

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
That looks as if Mount St. Helens has erupted again
Because those bloody brains are flowing down into your ears
And if that’s not bad enough to make you to sit up and take notice
You’ve got a hole in your nose it takes the Hope diamond to fill
And man what about those clumsy feet of yours
What’s up with them two old mules?
The left one drags like a homeless bum puffing on a stale cigarette
While the right one remains glued in your squeaky rubber shoe
As you lag your all but dead ass back and forth
Between the constantly running toilet and the always warm fridge
Eating and crapping your last meal of pills
Delivered by proxy from a Mexican dealer
At less than one third the cost of a Palestinian funeral
Same day ground shipments with delivery by sunset being guaranteed

Comments about Sell Before Next Tuesday-Pt. In A Series Of Poems Leading To My Death by Ted Sheridan

  • (10/10/2007 8:54:00 AM)

    Yikes...and I thought the last one I wrote was a bit of a downer...: -)
    I'm hoping that this is only fictional and that there is nothing seriously wrong...: -) Man! ! ! You sure can write! !

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  • (9/30/2007 12:58:00 PM)

    Ted, you're scaring me now...if it's about the ip number 'theif\n' ph knows or has traced 'it', they say at least, they don't share nameonly say it's one that keeps changing email addresses as well as several identities, but suggest getting new firewall and software installed that will stop it....If not that, than I am really scared for you...written with a passion that hits me in the gut.....am already fragile as I already had to remove my words, AGAIN so they are not hacked more than they already were, I don't want you to be gone as well...Please say these poems are just stories...know one knows the day, exactly at least, when we'll leave, so, that makes this more worriesome [sp? ] I send you big hugs and beg you to hang in there...Don't let one sick person on here get you down, like it did me.....love, marci. big hugs to you..... (Report)Reply

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  • (9/30/2007 10:06:00 AM)

    The humor is here
    but not many are gonna see it
    till their turn.
    and they wanna to write something

    nice one

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  • (9/30/2007 9:48:00 AM)

    thought provoking hard hitting.. reality poetized.. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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