I was up all hours last night <br />insomniac that am <br />worried about money <br /> <br />politics and war <br />Deadlines and bodies <br />of editors and critics <br /> <br />danced through my brain <br />Rejection notices <br />declared bankruptcy <br /> <br />before I could mail the bills <br />Mother in laws <br />warned their daughters <br /> <br />about me <br />and my numerous infidelities <br />no matter how many times <br /> <br />I divorced them of thought <br />Old soldiers <br />marched into my dreams <br /> <br />parading their bloody colors <br />as I dozed off into my eternal sleep <br />shouting 'Kill the bums' <br /> <br />while firing shots <br />of Irish whiskey <br />round after round <br /> <br />over my still born <br />drunken head <br />Here all this time <br /> <br />I'd been thinking <br />they were already dead..... <br />There is only one thing in this world <br /> <br />prohibiting me from going insane <br />and it's this picture of my beautiful muse <br />who keeps rewriting <br /> <br />the last few chapters of my life <br />as if it really matters to her <br />how and when I call it quits <br />and finally write 'The End'___<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pub-lished/
