Ophelia the madness.....
He writes with the conviction of an incurable social disease
His aim is to please but many points must be deducted
For all his blatant and obvious errors in grammar and tense
Due to the tertiary literary syphilis which now eats his words
Wherein those metered bars of addictive drunkenness
He staggers to leave his fingerprints and DNA on glasses
Full of the Hair Of The Dog that pissed on his leg then bit him
As he drained his epigram lizard of all its bloody piss
Expelled upon the small white institutional tiles along with
All the many vile sperm, blindly searching for the most perfect of his verse
To be used later in his afterlife
In an anthology by the Poet's Society
For all his little mutant and defective thinking offspring to be read
By the mother's of the whores who gave birth
To the many incurable societal ills of all men like he
In the world which spawned no truer blowhard the likes of him
He bids his final adieu to his fans
Toasting his own madness with another hardy yell and a yank of his prick
Passing on a fart of satisfaction
He leaves behind an yet another improper ellipse.......
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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