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Into the night I ran,
Full steam ahead,
I was dead.

I cared for nothing,
As greed had its way,
Raw meat and razor wire,
Rottentide its day.

Young and strong,
And very good-looking,
Women took me home,
To “taste their cooking.”

Corporate life,
The checks rolled in,
Life was a joy,
As I just loved to sin.

Trickery and deception,
Shell games too,
Whatever made me money,
And would get me through.

Bunco, marketing, sales,
I fought my way to the top,
I wouldn’t let anything stop me,
Until I became the “top cop.”

Making money was easy,
It became a way of life,
Then I finally took a woman,
And she became my wife.

Didn’t take long though,
Before the bedroom cooled,
Had to look for others,
So I quickly re-tooled.

My wife seemed to fall apart,
She wept, whimpered, and sobbed,
We eventually got a divorce,
And man did I get robbed.

Once again,
It was off to the races,
All kinds of women,
In the wrong places.

Female legs spread wide,
With cum, shit, and piss,
Mistress clad in panties and bras,
A wonderland of satanic bliss.

Expensive clothes,
And sometimes cars,
They’d give me sex,
And the finest cigars.

It made me feel good,
To have a woman at my side,
But I didn’t want any of them,
To be my bride.

Piss and vinegar,
Jam and juice,
I loved to raise hell,
I was wild, I was loose!

Money and sex,
Power and greed,
I had everything…… yet,
There was “a need.”

Never any pride,
Just a wad of bills,
An orgasmic rush,
Alcohol and pills.

Meaning in life,
Sweet wine turned bitter,
Guess I’d taken too long,
As it had now become winter.

An aging blimp,
Balding, bloated gut,
Penis limp hanging low,
And a big fat butt.

Woman full of pity,
A repulsive sight to see,
Everyone was uncomfortable,
Nobody wanted to be with me.

Having just turned sixty,
My health took a turn for the worse,
So I thought I’d better get a little religion,
Before the inevitable ride in the hearse.

Decided to go to the synagogue,
Two years before I died,
Others tried to help me,
But I just cried and cried.

I knew that I’d lived a shameful life,
And wanted to change how I’d been liven,
But I figured it was too late,
To repent and be forgiven.

So I decided to take “one last drink,”
To help ease the pain,
But then there was a highway crash,
And two innocent folks were slain!

A mother and her daughter,
Driving to the airport to fly,
The police finally took me to jail,
Damn….. I just wanted to die.

Didn’t take long though,
To get what I asked for,
Cardiac arrest…… and,
That closed the door!

At my funeral I heard a lady in black say,
I never knew a man so sad,
Guess that’s what happens,
When someone lives a life that bad.


G. Doug Soderstrom, Ph.D.

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The following comments are for "Rottentide"
by dougsoderstrom

All too true - lest you find yourself on the wrong side of the divide!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: January 24, 2010 )

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