6plusONE

6plusONE

A Poem by keith
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easytosee ...

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6plusONE

page uno



king don't care?

HE IS A SELFISH B*****D HE IS
he should still care, a little empathy every now and then
OH NO ... THAT IS NOT POSSIBLE
NO ... NO, NOT POSSIBLE!
right then ... we quit!
YOU WHAT? QUIT? HAVE YOU GONE MAD?
HE WILL NOT LIKE THAT ... HE WILL BE ANGRY!
ok too bad, see ya
WAIT YOU CANNOT LEAVE!
WHO WILL KISS HIS RING?
WHO MIGHT I ASK ... WHO IS GONNA KISS HIS A*S?
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... hhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
lindsey stops in for the free food and golf
kevin is accessible, just call kkkkkkkaaaaarrrrreeeeen!
then there is mitch the wayward b***h
and goofy gomar
how about 'is your wife still ugly?' cruz 
and 'little hands' marco
mtg and bobbert ... now that's a pair ain't it?
like a bad trip in never, never land
there are more, many more ... how much time ya got?

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page two



ok you win
just 
nevermind
just nevermind

nevermind nevermind
double doublespeak
triple triplestack
unforgivable traitor
super supersize
unforgivable crimes
there is no good
to be intured
the will 
the will is broken 
hear that ... broken
skinny skinny waters stink 
really stink
there is no excuse 
absolutely 
no excuse
for what you have done 
what you did
you did you did

grift continues

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page 3

baise en grappe

cazzo a grappolo

racimo de mierda

clusterfick

CLUSTERFUCK


willows sway in gentle way 
greens and silver grays
the breeze smells
smells like hell smells like death
it has started
it started decades past
front row center stage tickets
the envy of the crowds
look look 
over there
they must be important 
or 
just want to be
how does one become important?
well now there is death 
extreme yes but cheap and permanent
always a crowd pleaser 
see how they push each other in rude behavior
all for a look or just a glimpse of unknown
haven't we seen enough
always the same
it's a loop
over and over and over 
does it ever stop 
don't ask me ... i'm from out a town
hey where's a good place to get one of those
yeah one of those this place is famous for
i must set the alarm
otherwise  
f**k the king let the queen eat cake
here queenie here queenie
good girl ... BAM!

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page four man



my hands hurt
not abuse well ok
50+ years manual work
then there's the neuropathy
dead nerve endings
i hardly notice the pains 
in my feet
in my feet & legs
goddamn hands hurt

there are days 
i cannot
roll a joint
tell me
how am i supposed
to self-medicate
to help make the pains go
bye bye
good thing
i still have
a rolling machine
it's a time-honored ritual 
sitting round the kitchen table
sheet pan used
to separate stems seeds
and whatever
job bamboo top
colored paper
strawberry flavored
what a racket

no wonder my attitude 
be 
on the fritz sometimes

pain is such a distraction 
that steals an ability to do
whatever
times are my thumbs hurt 
i cannot twiddle
that is what one can refer to as 
major crime
good thing i am not
a latte subscriber
can you use a straw
on lattes

inquiring minds want to know

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page FEVER FIVE

fever five what a dive
clive
good thing i can 
drive
know the skills
to survive
what time do they
arrive
good to share
don't deprive
road too rough
use all wheel drive
hair piled high
50s beehive
watch donnie
do a nosedive
self-made 
crash & burn

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2x3=SIX

there is 
no reason
to fear
death
it is 
real
it is 
fact
it is 
inevitable

to know 
oneself
is to
embrace 
life
embrace 
death
embrace
natural order
embrace 
yourself

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come seven come eleven



send my demons 
back to the closet 
only i have key
keep
my dirt buried
alongside me
put fresh flowers 
on my grave
mic drop BOOM!


i got nuthin

© 2022 keith


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