Actor, writer, poet–what can’t Charlie Sheen do? GQ got a hold of his self-published book of poetry that he gave to friends in the 90s, and has been posting poems on their tumblr blog. Entitled “A Peace of My Mind,” the poetry is hilariously bad. Here’s an excerpt from one of the poems Publisher’s Weekly posted:
“All eyes held in stare, all mouths locked open in shock, as he pulled the latex Charlie Sheen mask from his head, revealing the rotted skull of President Lincoln.”
