I’m a dead man already because I didn’t chew my food thoroughly <br />and I drank far too much whiskey and rum, vodka and gin <br />beer and Mexican bottled piss; I drank it by the gallon, warm and smelly <br />and then recycled it into my morning juice just before sitting down to shit bricks <br />of flame retardant sushi and seaweed into a watery porcelain bowl of death <br />where bloody stools don’t lie and cloudy urine is a testimonial to one’s weaknesses <br />I’m a dead man already but the time of death is still in question…. <br />Which is why I don’t expect that I will be charged with my own murder….<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-killed-me/
