Thursday, September 20, 2007

Who Killed Me? Comments

Rating: 5.0

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
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Ted Sheridan
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fanniesson - 27 September 2007

The ending of this poem is just so perfect it’s beyond words

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Dee Daffodil 25 September 2007

Another wonderful gritty and raw Sheridan poem! ! Hugs, Dee

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Blue angel Florida 24 September 2007

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 :)

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C.R. Ebowski 21 September 2007

Ted, every poem you write amazes me more than before. You are a master of your own thoughts. I loved this one. CR

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Hubcap Shithead 21 September 2007

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

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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

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