Fake ID
Someone go get the net
there is yet
another crazy
roaming
my padded cell
the brain dead
monitor
with its one eye
glaring at me
asks me to undress
as I struggle
to escape my
designer label
straightjacket
I need to let loose
I want to go shopping
online
send some flowers
to anyone who
knows me
maxing out
my credit cards
before
someone else
steals all of my
identities
and accuses me
of fraud
or of my being them___
poem by Ted Sheridan
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