The Shadow knows.......but the dead aren't talking. <br /> <br />exactly when and where was it you felt <br />the first filthy maggot enter your body <br />was it through your eye sockets <br />your blue but dead eyes <br />that so sought out the drama <br />as they desperately needed relief <br />from your everyday mundane routine <br />frustrated and so filled with boredom <br />exactly when did you first notice <br />your heart had stopped beating <br />and that you had stop breathing <br />....that you lived life like a zombie <br />your skin a pasty and lifeless color <br />defiantly you painted your lips red <br />and your yellow dead nails dark black <br />in your feeble attempt to gain respect <br />exactly when did all your other lovers <br />first surmise the terrible truth <br />which you buried and entombed <br />deep within your selective plot <br />with words of contempt and hatred <br />yourself my dear did exhume <br />your boney past of cries and lies <br />as you clawed your way out..... <br /> <br />Note: as your agent <br />please be advised <br />the novel is now complete <br />with your literary suicide <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) 2007 Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-first-novel-and-your-last-entitled-maggots-ate-my-homework/
