Morbid Saturday by Charles J Hannan My mind, confused My body, nude Discombobulated lying on the floor The sun, it shines Through the window, it blinds But my eyes can see no more My dog, it licks My butt, it sticks To the lanoleum that hasn't been cleaned in weeks My wrists, slashed My head, gashed From the counter as I fell to my knees The radio, it sings The phone, it rings Bill collectors never know when to quit And to my friends This is the end Of a very peculiar dream 10/08/2002 Posted on 10/09/2002 Copyright © 2025 Charles J Hannan Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)