You poor pitiful and apparently sick man <br />Bloated like an expired sales date on a roll of pork sausage <br />Logic would tell you that your time is drawing near <br />What with that oozing sore on the top of your head <br />That looks as if Mount St. Helens has erupted again <br />Because those bloody brains are flowing down into your ears <br />And if that’s not bad enough to make you to sit up and take notice <br />You’ve got a hole in your nose it takes the Hope diamond to fill <br />And man what about those clumsy feet of yours <br />What’s up with them two old mules? <br />The left one drags like a homeless bum puffing on a stale cigarette <br />While the right one remains glued in your squeaky rubber shoe <br />As you lag your all but dead ass back and forth <br />Between the constantly running toilet and the always warm fridge <br />Eating and crapping your last meal of pills <br />Delivered by proxy from a Mexican dealer <br />At less than one third the cost of a Palestinian funeral <br />Same day ground shipments with delivery by sunset being guaranteed<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sell-before-next-tuesday-pt-in-a-series-of-poems-leading-to-my-death/
