As the Legend Goes, So Goes the Neighborhood
It was another dark and stormy night
and my wet trousers had been tugging at my balls
like two straps of drying rawhide around the neck of an illegal.
I was miserable in my body and my multiple personalities
had taken on the hallucinations of the one called Timothy Leary
and it wasn’t even Midnight yet…
2010 © T.S.
Ted Sheridan
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