Oh, my head, the
floor is red, a filthy potpourri,
Wait a tick - I'm
feeling sick, Oh God! That blood's from me!
Jesus Christ, my
hand is diced! I've lost my wedding ring!
What's gone on? My
memory's gone, I can't recall a thing.
That's not all, my
lounge room wall is full of bloody holes,
I'm in strife, I
bet the wife won't hear a tale of moles!
Smashed LP's and
DVD's in pieces on the mat,
Man, I hate to
contemplate what's happened to the cat!
Who'da thunk that
pile of junk was once a new TV?
On my ass are bits
of glass, the fish tank's history;
What the hell...who
rang the bell? A prize fight happened here?
Stone the crows! I
don't suppose that I should grab a beer...
If I guess about
this mess, I must have gone to sleep,
Yes, it seems I had
some dreams, oh God, I want to weep;
Did I wake, for
Heaven's sake, and think I'd been attacked?
I could choke, the
PC's broke and our new sofa's hacked!
Now a flying
thought floats by: of early afternoon,
Grabbed a beer and
came in here, the football game on soon;
Saturday is made
for play, so why'd I get so mad?
reached out my hand, that's when it all went bad.
Throw the chairs
and lamps, who cares? It all comes flooding back,
Temper lost, forget
the cost, I kick the CD rack;
This is bad, I get
so mad I grab ME by the throat,
Such a crime, it's
every time I lose the damn remote!
MY SERIES OF POEMS:
SEVEN DEADLY SINS