Charlie Sheen's Poetry

GQ has some of Charlie Sheen's poetry. Here's one. I like this. It's good.

A Thoughtless Soul

By Charlie Sheen

As he pulled his head,
From the drool stained pillow,
His eyes blood red,
His oxygen shallow.

Feet on carpet,
That pain to fight,
These are the effects,
Of another night.

A night of drink,
A night of hate,
A night as dark,
As last nights date.

A look to the mirror,
No face of youth,
Self inflicted carnage,
A cracked and hollow tooth.

This punishment a vile choice,
So worthless, yet so bold.
Carving lines of disrespect,
This young lad growing old.

Yet masking truth and hiding pain,
Will surely take its toll,
Will he unto others, or to himself,
Remain a thoughtless soul?

I know he's going to get ripped for these. People are already poking fun online. An avalanche will follow I'm sure.

One bit of analysis, if you will. This was written in the 80s. That's a long time ago to have felt this way. Basically, he's foretelling problems which now seem to be coming to fruition -- decades later.

He had a grip on what was going on in his life and was honest in his assessment of himself. More than a lot of people can say. You have to give him that.