As the Legend Goes, So Goes the Neighborhood <br /> <br />It was another dark and stormy night <br />and my wet trousers had been tugging at my balls <br />like two straps of drying rawhide around the neck of an illegal. <br />I was miserable in my body and my multiple personalities <br />had taken on the hallucinations of the one called Timothy Leary <br />and it wasn’t even Midnight yet… <br /> <br />2010 © T.S.<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/only-one-short-poem-to-trip-on/
