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
of flame retardant sushi and seaweed into a watery porcelain bowl of death
where bloody stools don’t lie and cloudy urine is a testimonial to one’s weaknesses
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….
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-killed-me/
