Mark R Slaughter (1957)

This bloody poem I read -
It's blown apart me ‘ed, and
Ever since, I've never slept a wink!

This poem, if truth be said,
‘As made me eyes go red - and me
Sanity is edging on the brink!

Read not this poem in bed -
For those who've just been wed, it'll
Wash your nuptials down the bloody sink!

Don't try to understand the theme -
There's nothing there to even deem
A notion of an underlying meaning,

And should you dare to even try, then
Rest assured, you'll only cry, and
Find yourself ahangin' from the ceiling



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010










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