'Vincent Van Go...! ' <br />he coughed. <br /> <br />'Why can't anyone pronounce <br />my name properly! ' <br /> <br />Vincent <br />had come to tea <br /> <br />outstaying <br />his stay <br /> <br />and now in <br />drunken Shakespearean <br /> <br />proclaims <br />grinning from ear to ear. <br /> <br />'Fiends, no mans, contrary men <br />lend me your ear or <br />at least a fiver! ' <br /> <br />'Ha! Ha! Ha! ' <br />he guffawed <br /> <br />and was gone. <br /> <br />Out for the count <br />sprawled across the sofa <br /> <br />a trickle of green <br />vomit <br /> <br />adding an almost lurid sureal <br />touch of colour. <br /> <br />The absinthe <br />makes me wonder. <br /> <br />'Living with genius is <br />bloody murder! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-with-genius-2/
