Ted Sheridan Poems

I am at a lost as to why that little sh*t head
whose life is worth less than the current exchange rate
for a weakened English Pound, would refer to me,
a very sober and conservative man, as a drug addict and a drunk;
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The heartbeat of the weaken prey furiously pounds
like a drumbeat of impending doom; while out on the Moor
the all too calm predator senses with an evil thirst, his kill.
Taken by surprise from behind she had only faintly heard
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Oil is trading at over a $120 dollars per barrel
And yet your people starve for but a handful of rice
As you buy more guns and mines
To kill the infidels and swine…
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Blessed are the people in the world
who never notice our harsh stares;
people who are so ugly, they
have no choice but to be beautiful.
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My flesh is being eaten by a beast with no face and no form.
This beast has no powerful jaws or sharp teeth with which
to rip and tear the life I have left from my bone; yet it devours me.
I was always so protective of my health and my safety; having
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The fishbowl was filled with cloudy water
Little fish all floating on the surface
Next to their bloated brethren
Their vacation had ended in tragedy
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You say your God talks to you on a daily basis
Sometimes every few minutes or so
He’s even told you in some cases it was okay
To do go ahead and do whatever you want to do
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He plans to kill you. Don’t you want to know why?
Why he is always behind you in shadowy thought.
It is there, where concealed in depression, he stalks your every fear…
He lust for your panic and he ejaculates another drink
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The smell of bacon
fills the house
on Sunday morning.
God is awake
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